Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 20:00:53 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #18'(bi inc gB cons)[18!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #18'(bi inc gB cons)[18!24]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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Cob `n Pen #18

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: Foreplay; Our
First Time; And Again; And Yet Again

>>> from PENELOPE (Penny)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From PENELOPE
Pike Lake Crossroads shotgun bungalow, Wednesday, May 2, 1934, 2PM

FOREPLAY

Well Uncle Doctor, you wrote and asked for all the dirty details about our
very first time [Episode #1] -- here they are!

For months I'd been the little `lets do it!' girl. Rubbing myself at night,
making up what it would be like, wishing he would come to me: " `Night
after night, alone on my bed I sought the one I love. Have you seen the one
who is my hearts desire? ... I will go after my beloved brother, the love
of my soul'." (Canticles of Cainan, 3: 1-3)

"Yes.... Let's!" I whispered so that only the wind might hear, "Let's Do
IT!"

Now I was not even 12 years old, well 11 years and six months, and didn't
understand much about it -- but my body did -- and it wanted my almost 14
year old brother's. My Jacob brought out the big sister in me, even if I
was younger by 3 years.  Cobby was always the `But Boy': `But Penny, we
can't...', `But Penny we mustn't...', `But Penny, we shouldn't....'  After
all, we were Cainan Community siblings and that curse of consanguinity,
being `Eaters of Our Own Blood', might overtake us at any time. And we
mustn't be caught or the Black Coat incest vigilantes would get us and
string us up on the Hanging Tree! [Episode #4] What delicious adventure!

We began by peeking at one another in all the bedroom mirrors at our Pike
Lake Crossroads 'home-house', a former chicken coop that a niece of Old
Aunt Elsa's had turned into an artist's studio. Then rubbing feet under the
table while doing homework, and bumping into each other on purpose in the
hall.  We got back into the tub together, chaste bathing only; nothing
happened, just some wonderful touching [Episode #10]. We swapped underwear
[Episode #11]. We `played doctor' for my 11th birthday, dancing, examining,
discovering that when we touched and `surprise-cummed', Cobby squirted and
I gushed [Episodes #13, #14]. Our childish rule was that as long as one of
us had underwear on it could not be incest!

Things really got going on that Wednesday May 2nd morning when immense
Cousin Max had us stay home from school to help him get the dairy cow
bred. Naomi wanted her 'sweet cream', and her offspring the young Jersey
bull Noah was the ready and willing one to give it to her. We watched from
the top fence rail, Cobby and I, sitting side by side, while our blood got
hotter and hotter. I felt fear and joy, understanding that I was as
dripping ready as Noami. [Episode # 17]

After a wash-up in the barn laundry room, and feeding each other cherry pie
and cream in the kitchen, the two of us and our pup Patches retreated to
our tiny shared bedroom with his bunk on one wall and my big green bed
along the other. Like Joshua at the walls of Jericho, we dragged down the
Schwann family quilt that had seperated us, and watched our reflections in
all the mirrors on the walls and ceilings. Then the old wall clock struck
two in the afternoon, bong, bong. Cobby looked up at it suspiciously, and
tossed a pair of my pink panties over it to hide the face.

"Grandfather Josiah's clock," he explained. "I don't want family watching
us." [Episode #10]

Our grandfather had been strung up and hung on the Hanging Tree at age 15
after he 'knew' his own sister in the scriptural sense. Every tick of that
clock seemed a dark warning to Cobby. But he never noticed the panties
falling to the floor, uncovering the ancestral clock face. The rain tapped
the window, and in the soft light I shed the immense red pajama tops and he
those bottoms. He put on that dusty Mandan bison headgear, and became a
true boy-bull, a young Minotaur. It sent chills up my spine. It drove me
crazy. I lifted a beckoning finger, and he came to me like a lance
launched, quivering. We ended up on my bed, both stark naked, with not even
our underwear on to protect us from incest.

There reflected in all the mirrors were our two familiar ox-eyed Schwann
faces, dimpled, dreamy, desiring; mooning love-sick at one another like
desperate calves. That was not the only time I had seen my big brother
stripped bare, red freckles everywhere, but not usually so close. Before,
we'd only touched each other in the dark [Episode #15]. This was our first
time in daylight since we were little kids playing in the side yard of the
old Shallow Lake parsonage. Now we were like sibling south sea islanders on
some fine sand beach -- bare, beautiful, breathless.

I saw my brother's swelling penis of course. I wondered what it was going
to be like inside me and that made me hotter. When his old Indian headdress
toppled to the floor, all of a sudden he became just our blushing boy Cobby
again.  A long lad, thin and intense with wild red hair, bright eyes in his
freckly oval face, finely featured enough for a woman, but with good lean
bones in it too.  He looked sick and quick veered sharply away from
me. Without warning, by reflex his cum sprayed in spurts over the mirror by
my bed. His white-force sperms dripped down the glass, a hundred thousand
little animalcules sliding south as a 'sacred offering'. With my finger I
drew us a valentine in the goo, and stuck my hand down for Patches to
lick. My brother did nothing. He lay there slumped like a thrown bean bag,
his arms and legs flung as wide as a bunch of dropped
pick-up-sticks. Naked, crestfallen, he stared sorrowfully at his defeated
but not totally deflated cock, as one might at a much-loved puppy who had
messed on the rug. His thing had been such a long slender proud red
rooster, now shriveled into a damp chick, no less stretched, but totally
flopped down limp half way across his thigh, dripping. I sighed aloud at
the wonder of it, one moment a power wand, the next a tender flower bud,
small, frail.  Quel dommage, what a pity, what a shame! He dutifully
covered himself with his hand, and naturally I clamped my legs tight
together.

Jacob looked down at me as though trying to explain why, "Oh Great Cainan!
Penelope..., but you're so pretty, little swimmer sis.  ...So glorious."

I was thinking the same thing about him. My brother Jacob's gymnast body
could not have been hotter for me, even though he was young and I was young
too. Now a lot of the boys at the Old Drill Hall gymnasium in Mount Forest
had good builds, but what caught my eye was Cobby's little white ass. I
thought he was so cute and sexy. My arms squirmed to hug him like a
favorite bedtime plush toy, long legged, all gangly and floppy but mine. We
laughed together again.

Everything at that moment seemed unreal. Seeing him totally naked right in
front of me excited me. Cobby let me push him down and he lay back on the
bed, peering at us in one of the many mirrors as if we were other people.
He looked down in some surprise at my hand on his bare chest, watching me
slide along his young muscles. He looked startled, head forward, eyes wide,
mouth agape. There seemed to be some disconnect on his part that this
beautiful boy-body I was exploring actually belonged to him, my big
brother. It was as if it were all happening to someone else. Gradually
things came together for him; it really was him sitting next to me on the
bed, it really was him which my hands and bared breasts and belly desired
above all else. I reached to touch his narrow frame and fumbled at his
shoulders and down his smooth back. I screwed up my courage and kissed his
tummy and then his outie belly button, and his ribs, and his chest. I
licked his nipples. I sucked them.

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

Cobby usually did what he was told. Being a boy, and 13, he stared at my
beginning breasts, my 11 year old breasts.

"But....  But little sis, are you sure?"

Seeing him so unsure, I drew his hand to my breasts so he'd feel them. He
rubbed me timidly and it felt good. I let him take the initiative. I was
surprised when my brother's inhibitions and shyness finally began to melt
away. This bashful guy who wouldn't look me in the eye now drew me to him,
holding me close with one arm, feeling for my body with the other. Cobby
cupped and allowed my itsy breast tissue to spring free in his hands. With
a big grin he stroked my breasts round and round, rubbing across the
nipples until they stood hard between his fingers.

"I'm really touching you, sis.... In the light of day.... Wow!"

His vast curly head of red hair was tickling my chest and I felt his warm
breath on my nipples. He sucked one nipple and then the other like a puppy.
Oh Mother Cainan! Tingling sensations flowed intense. I felt the currents
of liquid fire swirl through me in a cumming-surprise. Incredible! He
kissed down my midriff and lower belly. Keyed up, I felt my kitty-pen, my
pussy, grow moist. Cobby said nothing, busy licking me just like I was his
ice cream.

We put our arms around each other and hugged. His musky scent spiraling
like incense; his belly like silk against my stiff nipples. Suddenly I was
small in his grip, small and nestling. Kiss? His breath was warm and sweet
and he planted kisses all over my face and neck, his lips warm, his tongue
a flame sliding over my lips. Heat exploded once again through every inch
of my body to settle deep in my gut. I melted in a splendid peace.  I was
his! I wiggled next to him and we kissed again. He blinked those dark, deep
set, heavily lidded ox-eyes with the long curving lashes. He was
self-conscious, but his eyes were filled with the same hunger as mine. My
big brother wanted me and I wanted him.

"Oh sis," he said, all of him becoming awake and aware that it was us in
the mirrors. "Oh sis, look at us!" He worked on his cock hidden beneath his
hand and said, "But Penny....  Sis, you are so cute.  And so..., nasty!
So..."

My fingers wandered down his belly.  The muscles were firm, and though he
looked young, he was changing from boy to man, stumbling into manhood. I
searched below his hand to release its prisoner. His `sexy slim' popped
right out at me, pulsing and springing hard as a rock, with its slack
slidey foreskin. Cobby's penis swung up along his stomach and tapped near
his belly button. The two shooter-marble balls clung tight below,
surrounded by a sparse red cloud of hair. Except for holding his hand slyly
over his crotch, he slouched at ease beside me on the bed. Raw energy
flowed from his body. I was afraid, actually afraid of his thin smooth,
naked form that seemed so powerful, the strength so fierce. I shrank,
afraid, even as I could not touch enough of Cobby. I pressed my breasts
against his clenched belly, his stiff dick pushed at my tummy. He stroked
nervously down my back and across my bottom. I was crazed. I played with
his erection, proud that I excited him so. He looked good enough to eat.

"Oh, Cobby," I said when I got my breath, and he blushed red and
smiled. "It's my own brother's and it's mine and it couldn't be more
perfect!"

"It's not so much," he said humbly. "Long, yeah, but skinny like a plucked
chicken neck; not thick like Mickey's."

His eyes glanced to mine, searching for a response. Mickey Sylvester was a
15 year old wrestler from school, not tall but strikingly good looking, who
had a crush on both of us. And each of us had been alone with him.

"Yeah, I've heard Mickey tell about all that stuff." I sang the `Pop Goes
the Weasel' tune: " `Long and thin goes too far in, and doesn't please the
ladies. Short and thick will do the trick, and bring out proper babies'."

Devastated, Cobby looked crushed as if defeated before the battle began.

"No, no, no...," I cried. "Not IN me!  You think I'm stupid?  I only tasted
it!" [Episode #9]

My brother looked relieved and blushed and began to giggle, "Yeah, me too!"
[Episode #12]

We laughed out of control. I bent down over his spear of a dick and put my
hand around it and I could feel the heart beating in it and Great Cainan,
it was hot. So I began to stroke and rub his penis and his balls with my
hand, as though they belonged to me.

"Now I'm calling this `My Corncob', `My Cob'," I told him as he laughed.

Any cock looks strange, no one would deny that, but Cobby's was strangely
eye-catching. As delicate and slender as the newest and sweetest ear of
corn, narrowing a bit from base to tip, so slim and tender, inviting a
taste. It was a bit wet with pearls of clear moisture seeping from the
slit. The loose foreskin slid down to show his smooth acorn glans, what he
called his `dog knot'. It was sleek, a gumdrop mushroom helmet, silky
smooth, shiny reddish purple, as swollen as a succulent plum about to
burst. The edges hung out all around over the much slimmer shaft, a tapered
corncob cock, hard and straight, pink and veiny, not even as big around as
two of his thumbs, yet way more than two thumbs-up in length. `Two
thumbs-up' became our silent hand signal in the barn yard or school yard
for `Let's do it!' I held on to it, warm and stone hard, the skin soft as
rose petals, pulsing to his heart beat. I pictured our dad's of course and
I knew that was way too much for me [Episode #3]. I was kind of glad that
my first sex was going to be with my slender brother and not a fully grown
older man. And my heart was pounding so hard. I thought I was going to have
a fit. I'd kissed my way down. I felt myself salivate, holding my tongue
between my lips. I thought `okay here goes!' And yes I did kiss his penis,
not without fear. I tasted the clear salty oozing that was dripping from
him in strings. I tried to lick it like a lollypop, the way cousin Susie
Drake had told me she did with her own half-brother Steven, and like with
Micky's short fat stump last summer, and daddy's huge huge staff so very
long ago.

"But..., but..., we're brother and sister, Penny.  We shouldn't be doing
this.  Oh gods!  Oh, oh oh...."

Yet Cobby slid his hesitant sturdy fingers along my short body. He did ask
if he could go between my legs and of course I said okay and spread
them. His hands patted the warm, secret skin of my waist and hips. My knees
began to shiver. My groin felt on fire and swollen like a hot popover, my
legs quivered like jelly, my mind as airy as Swiss cheese. He put his hand
down. I heard the catch of his breath as he discovered my nakedness. His
fingers found my vulva, my kitty-pen, wet and begging for him. I mouthed my
yearning like a cat rubbing against him.

"Mew, mew, mew!"

Half of me knew he should not be caressing me so. Yet I was waiting,
waiting. And softly, softly he stroked my silky skin down, down, nearer and
nearer. I was getting really soppy. It felt like a river flowing there. I
let myself go. The temperature rose between my legs again. I was moaning
and my whole body was on fire. Far down inside I felt a new sort of
nakedness emerging, unguarded and inviting. I turned red all over and lost
my breath and another little surprise overtook me as I melted and flowed
and gushed under his hot hands.

He slipped a finger inside; more electric current hit me. I stared at
him. How was it possible for the slightest touch of his hand to make my
insides turn to mush even though I was afraid? I gasped; he stumbled on to
my nubbin of a clitoris. His touch was a magic healing spell. I wanted the
moment to last forever. I willed my brother to just keep rubbing it
there. I wanted to scream, but we shouldn't make any noise. My body melted
once more right then. My pleasure came and came and came, spasms of glee
over and over and over.

He spread my legs and when his tongue reached my pubic mound, I thought it
the most nasty thing that could ever be.  Disgusting! That thought lasted
about two seconds. I shut my eyes deeper as I felt his lips touch me. When
he put his mouth on my vagina moist with my secretions, my body began to
wave, my kitty-pen clenching in anticipation. His tongue slid between my
kitty lips for just a second and then he kissed me there and started to
lick me. His kisses were like prayers answered. I started to die with
little spasms as he licked me there again,lapping his tongue along me like
the bull Noah with his sister-mother cow Naomi. And I exploded. The feeling
amazed; so wet and hot. I giggled so loud that he put his hand over my
mouth. This was what I'd dreamed of, and I gave myself over to my body's
total blooming with a sibling soul. I knew now I was ready.

"Oh, Cobby...," I moaned, closing my thighs against my brother's slight,
strong body. "You are so good, so good to me."


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VERY FIRST TIME

He came back and kissed me, our tongues swirling together. I could taste
myself on him. We rolled around on the bed for a long while, mauling and
wrestling, enjoying each other. He really showed initiative. I kissed him
and I felt his strong hands touching my bottom, pulling me against his
stiff one. I spread myself over his body, taking his skin in through mine
like a sponge, feeling his hard on. I kept grinding against him. I was
still melting from the inside out, or I melted again, I don't know. I
continued trembling and actually shaking. When I calmed down I told him I
wanted him.

"So now go ahead and say it." I urged, teasing him, "Be honest. Say you
want to `know' your own little tiny baby sister in the scriptural sense, to
`know' your own flesh and blood!"

"But Penny....  Don't...."  He moaned and finally gave me a little kiss,
saying, "Okay, I want you, Penny, my little sis. To be honest I really and
truly do. So much. You can't know how much I do!" My big brother shook his
head then took a deep breath and gave in, "Penelope, I do want to `know'
you, to `know' my own sister in the sense of the scriptures.  May I?"

I grabbed his hands in mine and I scooted along the bed, making him follow
me as I got in the center and lay back down, getting ready for I knew not
what. Cobby got bigger in all the mirrors, on his hands and knees climbing
naked on the bed, coming over me. His body so very long and lanky, thin and
strong, with his hard slim sex right there. In the ceiling mirror I watched
his head of untamed red hair and how his freckly shoulders and slinky back
worked and his white round butt sidled as he shifted. When I didn't think I
could wait any longer, Cobby kind of pushed my thighs apart and climbed in
there. I felt movement between my legs. I thought I would scream.

The words in my head were, `This is my brother! My very own brother!'

He knelt between my legs; stretched out above me, his face wide eyed,
yearning, dogged. My hands trembled and held on to his sides, gripping his
bony ribs. His body quivered, then shuddered. He was shivering. I had seen
him like this when he pulled himself up the climbing rope a bunch of times,
sweating, shaking.

He shook and quavered, "But....  But are you....  Are you s-s-sure about
this Penny?"

We kissed hard and then my face was below his chest as he drew himself out
over me, holding himself above me.  We both looked down to watch his long
thin erection move to my opening, bouncing, parallel to his body and mine,
ready to slide in as if made for it. I felt him coming closer to me and a
surge of electricity ran through my body. He shook and cried out as he
lowered himself against my skin. His cock felt like flame, and I felt
myself melting in the flame. I whimpered. He gave little yelps. His end
slipped uncertainly for a bunch of times and then into me and stopped
dead. It hurt like mad. I yelled. He pulled back as from a hot stove. I
looked down at his cock. Certainly not the size of our father's, yet it was
plenty sturdy and certainly long.

I stretched to hold it as he tried yet again between my legs. It seemed
eager and tender; hot, smooth, soft and very hard. Suddenly I wanted to
feel it inside me. I swiveled, lifting my hips up. For the very first time
I myself guided his penis tip between my labia to the true entrance of my
little girl vagina. I drew my legs up and back, spreading them wide,
opening myself. I squealed out loud. I put my own brother into me!

"Oh, Cobby," I gasped, wondering how bad this was going to hurt and if that
was the punishment for our transgression.

I stuck my tongue between my lips, nodded my head up at his concerned,
wondering face, and then he started to push it inside of me. I must have
called out, because Patches echoed my cry with a yelp.

I quietly said, "...ouch...."

It was hard for him to get inside and it hurt so much. My vagina was
burning and breaking and I felt like he was going to tear me to shreds. I
cried softly. He rested on top of me.

"You all right?" he asked anxiously.

At the moment I was, but fear held me tight, and I half-squeaked,
half-pleaded at him, "...Yes.  But be careful."

His eyes gave out an air of angelic perplexity. He heaved again. The head
of his penis stuck in the mouth of my vagina. It was too big; it would not
go in. There were sharp, tearing pains like from being stretched. Frozen,
Cobby just hung there above me, his face rigid with the tension of holding
himself up, like doing a hundred of his push-ups.

"Want me to stop?" he asked.

I almost screamed at him. Of course I want you to stop! You're my brother,
for the sake of Cainan! And I did want him to stop. But I did not say
it. And there I was now, my hands clutching his upper arms so hard that
they left bruises you could see a week later.

"Cobby," I moaned, looking up at him. "I'm scared."

"Me too." He shivered from the strain of staying where he was. "The Stone
Crew guys at Camp Cainan and Steven told me to push on through, and then it
feels good for the girl [Episode #8]."

I'd heard the same thing. I nodded, figuring Steven Drake and his
half-sister Susie would know. So then my brother pushed into me, slowly at
first and when he found the barrier he pushed in hard and nothing happened
and he grunted as he wedged in further.

"Ahh!" I shrieked into his neck.

It hurt. Suddenly this time there was shoving and a real splitting and
ripping. It did hurt! Hot and a lot!

"Ouch!" I gasped and whined and cried out, "OW...!"

I bit my lip and cried harder, and let out a scream as things burst. It
burned so bad and he said that I was so tight. But he entered into me for
the very first time, making me flinch. Little by little at first, and it
still hurt, but it began to feel better and better. He bent to lick and
suck my nipples, and I moaned in excitement as he nibbled them. Then it
hurt more, but the pain began to feel good, and I could feel my little
clitoris grow stiffer. By then he had rammed hard, and pushed into me. I
started to whimper.

"Ah, Penny...!" My brother seemed so surprised. He sighed in such pure
peace with the relief of his own prowess and success. Then he begged, "Can
I go deeper?"

Great Mother! I thought he was already all the way in. I glanced and there
was sure more to go. I told him yeah. He said for me to let him know if he
was hurting me. He went in deeper and it just felt like my vagina was
splitting. It was horrible. I hated it. I lay still, feeling his motion
within, his deep search, his abrupt shakes and the sudden amazed look on
his face, then the slow subsiding thrusts. I guessed his seed had seeped
inside. I felt warm liquid squishing around and running out of me down the
crack of my bottom and onto the bed.

He slumped on top of me. So this was our very first time. This was it? I
felt a little left out. He might as well have spilled it in his pants or
against the mirror again. This all seemed really dumb. All my fantasies
were proving nightmares. I wanted to play some other game. But Cobby
insisted on still poking his damn dick into my kitty-pen. Icky, snotty
brother!

My idiot brother cried out in bliss, "Oh, Penny....  You're my sister
so....  This is heaven....  It's so....  It's so sweet!"

I lay there like a log.  The cracked mirrors on the walls showed his
ridiculous goat haunches waggling up and down. I saw my reflection -- a
tiny stupid black haired fool of a child on her back, sweaty with wild
darting eyes, her thin legs wide for this silly scrawny red headed kid,
straining, gawky and charged, with his ridiculous stick of a dick stuck in
her. This bouncing of his dumb butt on me was love? His stupid penis
wilting in me? So this was love? Was this what brothers were for? Love?
Another flop. What a joke, I thought. I was possessed of a powerful inward
resistance.  Get out.  Get Out!  GET OUT!


******
******
AND AGAIN

"DON'T!"  I cried in a blind frenzy, not knowing what I was saying. "Don't
go!  Don't leave me!  Save me!"

My body clung with all its force to my brother's.

"You okay?" he whispered into my ear.

"Hold me!  Hold me fast!  Save me!"

My legs gripped him and my hands clenched his back and about drew blood.

Bewildered he replied, "What's it like for you?"

"You hurt me," I grumbled back, crying now. "Like hot candle wax dripping
on my skin."

It did hurt when he broke my hymen. Of course after all I had stuffed him
inside me with my own hand.

"Save me....  Don't leave me...."

Bong, bong, bong; the Grandfather Josiah clock struck three. Cobby did stay
inside me like I asked. I promised myself to endure just a bit longer. He
played with my nipples. It felt nice and ticklish, and the pain subsided a
little by then. What was this shocking sensation of this other person
stretching within my flesh? I suddenly ignored my thinking, and instead
actually felt what my body was feeling. There was a glow; a warm then hot
feeling, glowing deep.

Then I felt the soft bud of him within me stirring anew, my own brother
lifting further inside me. It went in and out a little bit. He was moving
again and making way. I bit my lip as he pushed it further. It stung. He
held so deeply in me, the entire length of his thin shaft with the big
head. Slowly he began to rhythmically grind in and out of me. Strange
tempos flushed up with a growing motion, swelling and swelling until it
filled all of me. The aching had subsided to a harsh itch, one that needed
only more of what was going on between my legs to make it stop. And after a
few more of his shoving strokes it started to feel so much better. I was in
heaven and he had only just begun.

The thrilling thought of `We Are Doing IT' washed over me and my brother
too. Finally a boy's penis was inside of me for the very first time. I
welcomed this lifting boy body on top of me, heavy without weight, hurting
without pain, invading without violence, so slender and gentle. It belonged
there. Now I was glad that it was Cobby. He felt sturdy and strong as he
truly was. I sensed him as taller, and grander, a true prince. I wanted him
there. I felt my body unlock even further as he slid deep into me. It had
hurt until I opened up and accepted him. How had I ever thought he was a
ridiculous idiot or this was stupid or silly? I had always heard that you
should love the person you had sex with and I really did love Cobby. I had
really fallen in love with my brother and I was happy that he was my first.

Cobby withdrew a little and pushed further in, repeating the action until
he was all the way up in me and I could feel his pubic hair and his smooth,
tight balls press into the crease of my legs. I whimpered, eyes wide open
to the sparkling light and all the bright mirrored reflections of our brand
new act, absorbing him freshly into me, holding him tight in my arms. My
brother! I could feel the muscles in my kitty-pen start to tighten as the
slow soft surprise washed over my body. My flower within opened and burst,
the knot in my stomach exploded, my entire body went numb, chills went up
and down my spine. Mine was the greatest feeling ever imagined. I sighed,
closing my thighs against my brother's commanding body.

I cried out the truth from the conflict that had raged so deep in me,
overcoming doubt and pain, "But Cobby, oh....  Oh!  It feels so..., so
good....  So right!  So good!"

"Yeah!" he murmured, studying my face as I melted.

He sort of sat up, still inside me. He had me look at us in the mirrors as
he pushed up with a great smile of pride. We looked where we were joined
together. He pulled his thin prick shaft back and we watched his plump
crown rest upon my swollen labia pillows. He slid back in and we looked at
my tummy. There were his pulses lifting my lower belly from inside for the
very first time.

I heard him moan, "...Oh boy oh boy oh boy...."

I watched my big brother touch down there where his stiff penis disappeared
sandwiched between the lips of my vagina. His fingers came up red, you
could see in the mirrors. There was red blood. A sister's shed by a
brother. And a mingling of his own white seed. He obeyed that old Cainan
Community tradition and stuck them in his mouth.

" `I am an Eater of Our Own Blood'," he whispered.

So Jacob recited the ancient damning charge of `Eating Your Own Blood!'
that the Black Coat Moral Society leveled against the curse of
consanguinity, the incest, of our Cainan Faith Community. And by declaring
it aloud, my brother owned it for himself and for me and made us pure. He
brought his head down to kiss my lips and I tasted my own blood and his
essence there. By our swallowing the blood and semen, by making the curse
and the charge part of ourselves, we had internalized and therefore
mastered it; we did not have to fear it anymore. All was forgiven. I got
it. Later I understood that Cobby hadn't quite got it.

He was worried about the pain and the little bit of blood. He kept acting
sorry and I kept hugging him with my legs around his boy body, as he and I
got the push-pull rhythm and together became non-virgins. The bed rocked as
he continued faster and faster and faster. And then it started feeling
shockingly good. It was deep. My body opened and closed. I remember ripples
washing over me like waves upon a shore. I moaned. It was a really true
boy-in-girl climax-surprise for the very first time and I did not hurt. I
felt only pleasure. I felt him in there against my tight inside walls, the
head hitting a spot deep inside which spread delight in me. And for the
very first time I knew how pain could be closely related to pure lust and
joy.

"Oh, Cobby...."

"Yeah, little sis."

"I was scared."

"Me too. Do I stop?"

The rain outside was heavy and cascaded off the roof and window in the grey
afternoon light. I moaned. I didn't want it to ever stop. I wanted to be
there for him and take care of him in all ways.

"Don't....  Don't....  Don't stop."

In the shadows his breathing became suddenly deep and greedy. He moved in
me, over and over and it did feel breathtaking.

"Your cob is jumping around inside my pen...."

"Does it feel good?"

"Hahhn...!  Cobby, so goo.... So good.  Don't stop.  Don't ever stop.  It
feels too good."

"Uahh!"

"Hah-h-n...!  I'm gonna squeeze you tight so you've nowhere to go but
deeper inside me."

"Ah!  Boy," he said excitedly, "are you ever tight!"

I drifted beneath him. We were the two happiest children ever born.  Even
then I thought of his baby. I wanted it someday. My surprise came again,
and this time it was like magic and fireworks and summertime forever more.

I sighed, "So this is...."

Cobby suddenly moved a lot faster in me and then stopped abruptly, his hips
pressed rigid against me. All at once he made a gagging sound and dropped
full on me and lay still for a second or two; eyes shut tight and face
contorted, grunting and almost weeping. It was as though I felt his cock
swell and jump in me, felt a faint pulse of pressure far up in my
kitty-pen. I pictured him shooting hot sperms deep inside me as little by
little the motion slowed. And I held his boy rump, feeling the toned globes
relax into ease, and then my body came yet again too, with his this
time. My insides gripped his penis, he said, harder than the times before
he came, and he said I gripped it so hard that he even came once more.

Soon Cobby gasped and bounced up off me and out of me with an audible POP
. He lay flat on his back panting by my side. We were sticky and puffing,
staring at our reflections in the ceiling mirrors, unbelieving.  Eyes wide,
mouths astonished, both of us kids lay with arms and legs undone, totally
naked and open, basking in the let-go glow of our first ever sib fuck.  My
brother tall and trim; me short and curvy. He all freckles, me olive-copper
colored. His crazy red mane and my long black hair matted with sweat. Our
muscles stood out from the hard workout, like after a mad swim race or a
dash up his climbing rope, his squaring chest and bullish groin and legs,
my breasts, my drippy little vagina, his floppy cock. Smiles wreathed our
faces as we got our breath back over many minutes, just looking at
ourselves for the longest time imaginable. Patches snuck up on the bed
unbidden, and proceeded to lap her tongue over our private parts. We
started to giggle, and to laugh and to guffaw out of control. Lying there
naked on my bed, looking at him with the rainy afternoon light glistening
off of his chest from being wet; it totally triggered me anew. My little
clitoris-nubbin started to get hard, and I rubbed my breasts which were
itchy and I shoved Patches off the bed.


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AND  YET  AGAIN

One of us asked, "Do it again?"

"Yeah!" the other answered.

We glanced at each other hungrily, watching his snake of a cock slither
about and pulse, rising longer and higher. Yet it was still a bit soft and
bendy when he flipped back on top of me, my legs wide, my arms folding
across his slim back. He pushed my legs apart and moved between them as he
pointed his dick toward my kitty-pen and slowly eased himself into me.  My
being was so open that everything fit as it should this time, like sliding
a slender foot into a familiar snug slipper. He slid within. It was the
strangest feeling. It hurt, but it felt so-o-o good at the same time; I had
to remind myself to keep breathing. I was so hot and wet I did not feel the
pain I thought I would; only a wonderful feeling of a hard, long, warm
doohickey inside me. I was about to scream my head off it felt so good. We
kept kissing each other, clinging in a passion without thought. It began
again for me right away, the strange motion, not really motion, but ebbs
and flows swirling deeper and deeper through me. I was shaking as each new
little orgasm came. I was one swirl of feeling, lying there, crying in
faltering cries. Cobby heard me.

"I feel your ripples," he said.

He was in heaven, you could tell, as he lay within me. Then he loosened up
and began to move, steadily and unhurriedly this time. His cock seemed to
move easily, oiled, as he told me later, by his boy spunk.  He pushed and
pulled his dick in and out of me for awhile. Soon he was moving all over
inside me, to the left and right and down and up and up and up. He thrust
effortlessly back and forth and I could tell he was having a great deal of
fun. I know I was! I had my hands on his flexing back and bouncing butt and
pulled him into me.

For the very first time there was no pain, just a wonderful feeling of
fullness and distension. His cock felt so much better inside me than the
things I had used to play with myself, fingers, summer squash, colored
chalks. He was thick, hot, and filling me so completely. I became ever more
accustomed to this sensation of fullness inside me; it seemed the purpose
for which I was created. In my mind I was telling him how everything
felt. How it burned and was about to burst and how he fit there; and here,
right here, was where he belonged.  But the words didn't come out, just
squishy sounds that his body pushed from mine.

He answered me with a pounding pace, slamming into me, again and again
until both of us were groaning.  He felt so broad it nearly split me open,
but more and more it was truly good. I raised my hips to meet his, again
and again, as he pushed harder and harder. The tension began to build in
the pit of my belly, slowly growing until I felt hot and excited all over,
and I began panting once more. It was beginning to feel very, very
nice. But then it started feeling even more good. Soon he was stirring me
and we were rocking and riding each other harder and faster with the
amazing feeling of something that big pushing into my belly. I grabbed onto
his sides and just enjoyed touching him, feeling his body spring as he
moved in and out of me. This tall, narrow boy, like when pumping a bicycle
up a hill and my holding on to him, or climbing up a rope, or diving,
willing him on, so strong and slender, like he could go forever. I was
panting hard and I raised my head up to lick and kiss his sweaty chest. I
felt something strange happen to my body. I felt a stirring at the roots of
my hair, I found myself breathing faster. Like a `thank-you-m'am', when you
float in the air as the car goes over a high bump, the sensation was in my
breasts, exciting and frightening at the same time. More parts of my body
found themselves affected too. All of a sudden I lost my breath, began
shaking, and I bucked him right on out of me!

"Uahh!  Ah!  Hah-h-n...!"

At that point, I was past caring. I was jolted as the spreading warmth in
my body overcame me and I felt I was suffocating. As fast as it occurred it
began to fade and then rose again like a series of diminishing waterfalls
in a brook. All I wanted was to feel his cock inside me again. All I wanted
was to be fucked by my sweet brother. I felt him fiddling down there and
his fingers found their own way and put it back inside me where it
belonged. His body muffled my cries as I again experienced pure ecstasy
between my legs.

My brother started saying, "Oh, Pen.  Ah..., ah..., ah...!"

He got that look on his face I had seen when he rubbed himself in his bunk,
his head thrown back, his eyes half closed, his mouth open in an O. He
started up his rhythm, his tight, defined abdominals moving under his
stomach skin as his hips picked up speed. He thrust harder into me. I
watched his face twist all red and his neck and chest grow tight.  I
watched him screw up his eyes and grit his teeth. He slammed into me.

"Uh.  Uh.  Uh.  Ngh.  Ngh.  Ha.  Huh.  Huh.  Ooh.  Ooh.  Mhh.  Mhh."

I knew he was close to spilling his seed deep in me again. The thought, the
very thought of how wicked this was enticed my mind. Here was my very own
big brother teaching me that dreams do come true. Once more I felt my own
deep wonderful stirrings inside. I sensed he was ready by seeing his face
and feeling him twitch against my kitty walls. I tightened up and
contracted on his cock, and that was all he needed.

"Slow down for a...," he gave a squeaky moan.  "UHHhhh I'm gonna....  Uh uh
uhhghhh oh no...."

Then it happened. I felt it! Glorious! He about catapulted out of my
arms. I thought he was doing a back flip. Groans, screams and other
animal-like sounds came from his lips as Patches barked loudly.

"Aaarghhh.... Yes-s-s....  Ng-ah..., ng-ah..., ng-ah...!"

He pushed his hips down violently and held them hard against my body as his
mouth opened and a tiny, almost child-like gasp came from deep in him. And
as it subsided, he subsided too and we lay utterly still in our hot musty
oozy sweat. The bed was floating.  Our little shotgun house of mirrors
opened its green gate mouth and swallowed us. I kept hugging him with my
eyes shut, feeling `My Cob' still inside my swollen, hot kitty-pen. My grip
on him slowly loosened, and I lay flopped like a raggedy doll, my legs
spread apart, his whole body lying deep in me. I felt my body relax so
totally that I thought I was falling asleep or waking up from another wild
dream. All I was able to do was lie there. We were both spent. I opened my
eyes and stared at our reflections on the ceiling mirrors, fighting to get
my breathing under control. My chest heaved.

"Oh Cobby."

He was still in me.

"You..., you all right?" he asked, his voice sounding a bit more out of
control than I was used to.

"I don't know," I giggled. "I've never felt like this."

"Penny, you make me feel so..., so good," he replied breathlessly, looking
into my eyes. "How many was that for you?"

"I don't know.  They were continual, they never stopped.  Eight?  Ten?
Twelve?"

For a long time Cobby held me. I fluttered my eyes about and saw us in the
mirrors. Our two sporty bodies entwined, his so long and stretched, mine
short and round; our faces woven together by our soft hair, his curly red
and mine straight black, woven together, showing our familiar profiles of
the same soul, same high cheekbones, same dimples, same dark ox-eyes. I was
now his and he mine, and both of us knew it. Two child bodies, bodies which
had sprung from the same womb, were hugging; united in a mating that felt
so right and so natural, but which was at the same time so forbidden.

I could only lie there and remember our Cainan scripture, Efus 5: 28-31,
"Do you not know that the brother who is joined to his sister is one body
with her? For the two shall become one flesh."

We knew instinctively that once we had become one in body there could be no
going back. We did not want to go back. We were one, and we knew it. I was
so happy. I stopped him from withdrawing his cock from my drenched
kitty-pen, his fluids mingling with mine. Womb and seed, the moist
beginnings being worshipped; and some day perhaps an egg and its flowering.

After a while I told him. "One day I want to have your baby. I want us to
be with child, and I want you to be the father of my children."

"But....  But sis, we...."

I shushed him. I had spent too long willing this to happen, had spent too
many nights fingering myself in a vain effort to reach out to my brother
with my sinful needs. I'd found that he felt the same as I. I had been
frightened by the pain, only to find out that pain, when blended with
desire, became even a stronger desire. After a while we turned on our sides
facing each other, panting. And he never quite slipped from me then. As I
sank further down in the afterglow, I felt my Cobby running his fingers in
light idle circles over my face, tracing lazy patterns. His hand stroked me
softly, softly, soothing, assuring, like a soft kiss on my cheek.

" `I am my beloved brother's, and his desire is for me'," we sang from our
scriptures. "... `His left hand is under my head, and his right hand
embraces and caresses me'." (Canticles of Canaan, 7: 10; 8: 3)

I slipped in and out of sleep to the dripping of the rain at the window,
the sound of our contented breathing and the feeling of his warmth, all
telling me we had taken the right step. We lay there for a long
while. Bong, bong, bong, bong, it was 4 oclock by the Grandfather Josiah
clock. Jacob began to rouse. I felt my brother's body loose its clasp on
me. He was coming apart. I could not bear to be uncovered. He must cover me
now forever. But climbing from me, he withdrew. We both cried tears when he
slid out, leaving me oh, so empty. The sperms he left behind in me kept
running down my legs for three days. His cock drooping, looking limp and
soft, was totally different from when he pushed it in. Some whitish stuff
dribbled onto my vulva from his penis, and I sucked in my breath. My hole
gaped wide open, about the size of a Liberty quarter actually.  I was
shocked.  It was all red around my opening and the only thing I could think
about was I now really had a woman's vagina.  The thought stirred my
clitoris and breasts yet again and started me giggling. My brother
gradually became aware of his exposed nakedness and slid his hand back
across his groin. It was over. Then we finally cleaned up and got dressed
as Patches sat and waited patiently for us.

It was time. Big brother Cobby said we must go past the pond with the swans
and on to the brick farm house to see Old Aunt Elsa and give confession or
something. He kept Patches close to him as he was scared, as though he
expected Black Coat incest vigilantes to jump out of every bush and
castrate him on the spot and drag us off to be strung up on the Hanging
Tree. I kept giggling and having to stop and squat and pee it felt so
itchy. All I wanted was to ask Old Aunt Elsa how to make the itching go
away. She knew those things.

I couldn't wait for us to do it again!
Hugs and kisses, PENELOPE
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