Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 01:58:29 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #19'(bi inc Bg cons)[19!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #19'(bi inc Bg cons)[19!24]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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Cob `n Pen #19

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: Cherry Pop?;  Our First Time;  And Again;  And
Yet Again;  Semper Fideles

>>>from JACOB
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Pike Lake Crossroads shotgun shack, May 2nd 1934, 2PM

CHERRY POP?

Did you ever have a sister? Did you?

In your letter, Uncle Doctor, you wrote and asked about our first times
together, all the dirty details [Episode #1]: well, you should know that
Penelope about raped me. She did!  She couldn't keep her hands off me. Yet
I didn't want to molest her, you know. But, there we were with no clothes
on in her big green bed, with the mirrors on the walls and on the back of
the doors and on the ceiling. You should have seen her reflections, Uncle
Doctor. She sure looked perfect lying there. She was only 11 and a half,
but sweet and pretty, and `ready' [Episode #7]. Her compact copper-colored
body was slim from all her swimming and her new breasts stood out; her
nipples little dark caps on olive-white mounds. Her legs were spread-eagled
with her hairless kitty-pen right there, that little bun in the center,
like a smooth round dinner roll with a buttery crease down the middle. Yum!
She took my breath away.

I thought of one of Old Aunt Elsa's ancient chants, " `My sister, you charm
and embolden me, make my pulse beat fast and capture my heart.  My sister,
my love, my bride, you ravish me with the single glance of your eyes.' "
(Canticles of Cainan, 4: 9)

We were stripped bare, with not even our underwear on to protect us from
incest [Episode #14]. I was 13, going on 14, pale and freckly, tall and
thin, with my red hair and all. And of course we both had the same face and
dimples and those dark ox-eyes. She was my sister. I didn't want to molest
my sister and get in trouble with the Black Coat incest vigilantes and be
cut and strung up on the Hanging Tree. I didn't want us to get in trouble,
but....

Like I said, her hands were all over me. She made me sweat and she was
drooling for me. There was no escaping. Was I to service my sister right
then and there, just like the young bull Noah serviced his mother-sister,
the cow Naomi? [Episode 17] Well, it was all too much. I exploded -- in
my untimely way; spurts of sperm hit the mirror by her bed. I flopped on my
back, defeated; the boy pudding that was supposed to be inside my sister
dripped down the glass. So much for my big adventure in illicit sex. You
could see us in the mirrors. I was flopped flat on my back, rusty red hair
puffed up at my armpits and crotch, my flop of a penis lying across my
thigh, not shriveled at all but not hard in the least.

She just held my head in her lap, running her fingers through my crazy
curls and over my high cheek bones and down my neck, humming happily as
though no tragedy had happened. Or I should have said, as though no tragedy
had been averted. She stroked my shoulders saying how wide they were, and
she squeezed her fingers around my biceps. My rope climbing in gymnastics
had made my arms strong, it was true. But the rest of me was as narrow as a
tent peg; a straight line down with no hips at all, just a round butt from
bicycling and running. And my cock, of course. It was sort of nice
too. Long and thin, not fat like Mickey's or regal like Steven's or
overpowering like our dad's {Episodes #12, #5, #7, #1].  But it did stand
out in a crowd [Episode #8].

The old Grandfather Josiah wall clock struck two o'clock -- `dong'
`dong', it sounded like that to me -- as if generations of our perverted
family penises were looking over my shoulder at all my transgressions and
short-cummings.  Damned if I did, damned if I didn't.  I was afraid I'd
cry.

I tossed a pair of Penny's panties over the clock for privacy, and all our
yearnings burst loose. We fell in each other's arms. Thus it began. We
laughed. We touched. Feeling our bodies, we were not able to get enough of
our skin against each other. I thought she was the most beautiful thing on
the planet. My hands shook, wandering her bare flesh, nudging every rounded
curve. I kissed her shoulders and neck. I stretched down and our lips
met. I was afraid we'd suffocate one another, kissing and licking so
hungrily.  We fumbled together on Penny's big green bed in that shabby
bungalow and kept right on going.

"I like us being naked," I said. "I like feeling you. You know, all of
you."

I ran my hands over her, feeling her body, completely naked to my touch,
her neck, her arms, her hip where it swept from her waist, that soft split
little mound between her thighs. I opened her slit with my fingers and just
stared at it in awe. The lips were pink and inflamed, glistening with her
juices. My stroking fingers found the tiny hole further down. My finger
slipped into it. It was like a tube inside, flexing, warm, incredibly
slippery. I started sliding my finger back and forth a little. The seashell
aroma there made me dizzy and I had to taste her. Little by little I pushed
my tongue inside, feeling the texture and tasting her flavor. I took her
nubbin between my lips and sucked on it. That did it.  She screamed and
grabbed my head between her legs, just about smothering me. Penny pressed
her breasts to my chest. She said she could feel my heart beating. Her
fingers were soft and cool against my skin-tight freckly hide. She was
stroking my entire body too, tracing my own nakedness with her hands,
feeling my shoulders, my flat belly, brushing my nipples, kneading the
rounds of my butt.

"I know why.  I mean I know why I like seeing you naked, Cobby.  It's
because your body's strong. You know, with muscles and shapes I like." She
was stroking my butt again. "I like feeling your butt. It feels kind of
powerful."

We stared at each other in silence. She lay on her back again, knees up and
wide apart. She smiled up at me, with wild excitement sparking her
eyes. She looked at my dick, like her eyes were feasting on it standing up
slim and straight and ready, and on my balls drawn up so tightly. She
reached and stroked my balls, and ran her hand right up my hard on, her
fingers closing around it. I looked at my cob, I looked at her pen. She
wanted it inside. Were we about to do IT for the first time?

"Do it with your cob, Jacob."

"B-b-but, are you sure about this?" I croaked.

She grinned, "I want you to be my first, Jacob. Is that bad?"

"Y..., yes. I mean no," I sputtered, all tongue-tied. "Not bad at all. I
mean yes it is bad, we are brother and sister, Penelope. The Black Coats
and the Hanging Tree and everything." [Episode #4]

I got all balled up. We knew our Grandfather Josiah had been strung up,
castrated, and hung by the neck until dead when he was 15 for just our sort
of behavior. He and his 12 year old sister had done it; the baby came; he
got caught and got dead. But why was I telling Penny it was bad?  What had
happened to Josiah was bad, but what he and his sister did must have felt
pretty darn good, yes? And Penny was no where near starting her bloody
monthlies yet.

So I said, "I mean we can never tell anyone we did this."

Penny smiled, a tear rolling down her pretty face.

"Oh brother," she whispered, likely in recognition of trouble ahead.

"They'd take us out and kill us.  It must be our secret, forever."

I looked at my baby sister to confirm her willingness; her face amazed, her
ox-eyes wide and afire, lifting up her breasts and hips to me.

"Yes," she announced, as though this was one of our old make believe
dress-up games. "Our beautiful secret."

She lay there for what seemed to be an eternity. Was I in trouble now? Was
she going to tell mom and dad that I wanted to fuck her? Oh Great Cainan,
was my cock ever rock hard and throbbing. Then she started to speak, but
nothing came out of her mouth at first.

Penny nervously cleared her throat and asked, "Do you know how?"

"I don't really know. But we can learn together."

"Will it hurt?"

"I think so."

"Is it fun?"

"I think it is. The guys that talk about it say it is."


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OUR FIRST TIME

But I was thinking to myself, `Do not,' I said, `do not get your dumb ass
cut up by the Black Coats and hung on the Hanging Tree. Do not do that!' I
absolutely knew what my sister and I were about to do, and I was scared in
a way I did not even understand. I put my head down. My whole life was
sitting there in front of me. Day after day from dawn till dark until I was
dead, all of it cooked down to my glans and her vulva. In or out?

My sister gazed at me, her eyes large. She was absolutely stark naked, and
me too. She stuck her fingers through my coiled red head of hair and held
me there. I felt jumpy. I didn't want to disappoint any more and shoot off
like I did in my trousers or on the mirror again. After all, I was not a
guy that all girls desired, to say the least. I was just a reed-thin
bushy-haired kid of 13, bug-eyed and freckly with a wickedly drooling
smile. But I was a boy! And I was equipped! And it sure looked ready
now. And inside I was like a five year old about to mount a two-wheeler
bicycle for the very first time. Absolutely terrified. Could I keep up?
Would I fall over? My arms and legs didn't know where to be or how to
go. Ever the director, my kid sister lay down flat on her back in the
middle of her big green bed. She instructed me to move toward her, both of
us in the absolute altogether like skinny dipping. Without saying anything
I crept forward, her bright eyes watching. My dick grew.

`Oh Great Mother!' I thought to myself, `I'm really gonna do it.'

Crawling over her up on my fingertips and toes, I waddled between her
spread legs with my rod stuck out in front like a dowser's wand seeking
water in her well. I took my weight on my hands each side of her and
lowered my body between her legs, both of us watching in awe as my hard on
descended. Penny quick leaned up and kissed the tip of my prick and I
nearly fell off the bed. One thing led to another and my cockhead was at
her opening. I lined up my penis with her entrance, pointing the head of my
cock to her itty bitty hole.

"R-r-r-eady?" I choked, trembling like mad.

She bit her lip and gave a nod. So I slipped my `boyhood' against the gates
of her `girlhood', as they called it at Camp Cainan [Episode #8].  At the
first contact I about passed out.

"Cobby, I can feel you...," she reported.

My pulsing cock bounced away.  For gosh sakes, a brother's penis touching
his sister's vagina! What's to expect? Once more, shaking now, I set the
tip of my cock between her kitty-pen lips; warm, wet, living. I pushed, her
flesh held me there. She winced. I rubbed the head up and down the lips and
across her nubbin. It wasn't going anywhere. Suddenly Penny reached down
and grabbed my hard cock between her fingers. Then she arched her pelvis,
dropped her legs wider, set me at the correct angle, and guided it until
the soft head was nesting at the target, her little hole, and the tip just
slipped in.  She let out a gasp.

I could not believe the sensations engulfing my cock head. I wanted to
shove it right into her then and there. I wanted that feeling on all of my
cock. I wanted to be totally inside her. So, I continued to slowly
push. Her mouth was open and she was starting to pant. I watched the head
of it slip into her. Oh boy, that felt great! It sent jolts right through
my body. I watched the shaft just start to disappear too, thrilling beyond
belief as it enclosed itself. An inch in, it stopped. Oh, Great Cainan,
that was good! I tried to calm down. I couldn't breathe. I was gasping for
air, my heart going so loud I could hear it. I pushed. Nothing. Puzzled, I
drew back very slightly and pushed again. Only an inch? Again I pushed
forward, strongly this time. I hit something. I mean my cock stopped. It
could not be right, I wasn't all the way in. She felt it too, as her eyes
widened and looked up at me questioningly. I pushed a little harder and she
winced and I stopped.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

"Just a little."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"It makes electricity through my body. Ahhn...!" She sort of sucked in her
breath, "Push it all the way in; I want it all the way in me."

She held her breath and bit her lower lip.

"Okay, here goes."

"The pain's growing," she squealed.

It kind of hurt me, too. I mean, it felt dry and scrapey in there like our
pup Patches' ass when I corn-holed her [Episode #6]. And as if a band of
rubber or something were pushing my prick aside and pinching it and
stopping it cold. I struggled so my lust would not just drive me inside
her. Aware of her pain, I gently held onto her.

Penny grunted, alarm crossing her flushed face, "Cobby! It's too big!"

She was right, it did look huge. I'd never seen it so swelled up.  I was
about to explode, it was so, so hot for me. We stayed like that for a
moment, glancing around at the various mirrors all over the bedroom, our
uncertain naked young bodies connected by the swollen head of my penis. Her
hands were at my chest, pushing me off. I felt her fingernails dig into
me. They hurt. As her grip on me relaxed, I started to pull out.

Penny put her arms and legs around me, "Don't take it out, please don't
take it out."

"O-o-okay lil' sis," I said doubtfully, trying to remember what the expert
boys at Camp Cainan had claimed. "Even babies get through there. My cob'll
fit. I'll go easy, okay?"

Penny moaned, nodding a silent `Yes.'

I was afraid I'd cum with just the tip of my dick in there. If I didn't cum
deep up inside, it wasn't really fucking was it? My better mind told me we
shouldn't be doing this. We were just kids, and brother and sister. So I
was in a heaven of feeling and a hell of thought. The joy of touching this
perfect creature who was my own flesh and blood was astonishing, magical,
unbelievable. The horror in my head of the consequences of committing
incest with my own sister was terrifying. I should have been appalled that
I was molesting such a little girl, but I was excited rather. My fall from
grace became so terrifically exciting that I nearly spilled my load right
then. Impulse gave way to instinct and my flesh kept pushing. I knew it
would hurt Penny, so rather than drag it out I decided to get it over with
quickly. The time for lengthy lovemaking would come for us in the future, I
hoped. Just now we both had this incredibly intense urge to let loose, and
she also had that barrier to cross. So go ahead! Put it in her!

With great difficulty I paused long enough to ask, "But, are you sure?"

"I..., I'm sure," she breathed.

I needed no more convincing. I jammed my skinny stiff cock downward,
shoving it forward at her, gently then brutally hard. Penny screamed as I'd
been told girls would. That just meant I was supposed to ram harder, and I
did. I lay fully on top of her, entering her pussy little by little,
shoving past the band, feeling it stretch real tight around the girth of my
prick head and shaft. Penny shifted her hands to my back and I pulled away
for one mighty assault. I slammed my cock deep inside my sister, and again,
painfully pinching my prick inside her. Ooh, that hurt! She squirmed around
under me as though to get away. And I pushed real hard and it was like
fabric ripping, a series of threads snapping and giving way. I felt her
cherry pop and split wide around my penis as I plunged fully into her. She
let out a loud scream and clamped her legs and arms around me in a
semi-death grip.

I didn't move then I whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
hurt you."

She yelled and thrashed about but stayed right with me. The sides of her
hole opened and my penis began to slip totally inside, lubricated by a new
fluid, her blood. Penny flinched and held her arms around my neck and bit
my shoulder, hard. I pushed in all the way for the very first time and drew
back. All the while she whimpered softly. I quivered to feel her shaking
beneath me. Suddenly I felt her open up, and for the second time the entire
length of my bone slid right into her and she gave a whimpering squeal. She
was panting breathlessly too, her chest heaving. My dick was in heaven. I
could feel every fiber of it, completely enveloped in a kind of tight,
warm, and slippery tube. How could anything feel this good? This was
real. We were doing IT.

All of a sudden hot shocks pulsed through me from my core to my toe-tips
and three sighs escaped me. Aware only of my own intense pleasure, I lay
unmoving, unthinking, unavoidably cumming now, oozing my stuff into her,
right deep inside her. I had only pushed fully into her twice and yet my
whole body deflated like a punctured inner tube. I settled dead weight on
her in a charged, sated, stunned heap.

I had done IT!

I was entirely drained, totally limp inside her; the wet puddled beneath
us. I panted. I could only lie on top of her, staring at her. Penny closed
her eyes a moment then opened them.  She had an odd look, like she wanted
to spit in my face. I thought she might. Then she blinked rapidly, still
scared, but I felt her tense body relax. She rubbed her hands up and down
along the bones of my slack rib cage and over my back, taking my
measure. She stared at all the reflections of the two naked children in the
many mirrors of our bedroom, the boy lying on top of the girl, and seemed
to be putting together what she was seeing and what she was feeling. She
stroked hard now across my bare shoulders and down over my firm butt as I
got ready to pull out. All done.  The pair of panties had slipped off the
face of the Grandfather Josiah wall clock and it struck `dong' `dong'
`dong', as if mocking my `conquest'.


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******
AND AGAIN

"DON'T!" my sister whispered in tears, "Don't go!  Don't leave me!  Save
me!"

I thought she'd break my back she was hugging me so hard. We looked at each
other in disbelief. Neither of us wanting to be the first to say anything,
I guess. Penny shook her head and closed her eyes.

"Are you disappointed in me?" she said. "I almost started crying when I
figured you spurted inside me. Was I awfully bad at it?"

"No....  I hurt you."

"Will there be another time?" She murmured, "I like to feel you there. Stay
inside me please."

So I'd been a `Two Pump Chump', as Mickey would've said. And she wanted IT
too. She wanted IT from me. Okay, I'd been born a jerky, brash, trouble
making tease of a boy with a perpetual hard on. Now was the moment to
redeem myself. I gasped for breath, life returning to my fingers and feet
and prick tip. I did not move, except to put my arm around her. It felt so
good to hold her and to be held. Her kitty gave me a little squeeze and I
started to stiffen again inside her. Could she feel my cock re-inflate,
filling her up? I flexed my hips, wiggling my hasty penis back and forth in
there a little. In the mirrors I watched the amazed look on her face, just
like my own.

"Hmm, hngh, angh!"  She said softly. "I wasn't sure before, but now it
feels so right." She giggled, "Now it prickles!"

"You wanna see us, Pen? Look."

I leaned back from her a moment and there we were reflected in all those
mirrors on the door and ceiling and walls, me pushing up with my cock still
inside her.

"Wow...," Penny whispered. "Look at us!"

Penny looked down to where sister received brother. There were her small
breasts lifted with hard erect nipples. Her abdominals writhed like an
athlete's, ridged, barred, undulating. And there was her hairless little
girl mound with her puffy pussy lips swallowing my boy prick right down to
the balls. And there was the bush of my fiery pubes, hair standing on end,
and the taut ridges of my belly and tight chest, and my arms tense and
sturdy. She glanced in wonder at our reflections and then down between us.

I was excited, staring at her baby girl hole stretched apart, the internal
lips gaping and laid bare by my swollen gumdrop cock head. Her little nub
was sticking out of its sheath above my meat and I reached down and gave it
a flick with my thumb. Penny let out a gasp, that sigh and whimper that I'd
coaxed out of her a number of times in her short life. I loved that sound,
along with the other squeals and giggles and pants. She wanted me all the
way inside. I pulsed my slim prick and she was so small you could see the
beat bounce her lower tummy right up to her belly button.

"I'm really in there!" I thumped it a couple more times. We could
practically see the outline. "That's me, Jacob, all the way inside of you,
Penelope!"

"Wow!" she whispered and I felt her sheath inside clench along the length
of me. "You fit. You truly fit. It feels good inside me. Every second it
feels better."

I lay over her tiny frame and slid my cock out and back in. It was plenty
slick now, and her tightness squeezed me deliciously. I glided back and
forth. Then again and again. Good Cainan, I was fucking!  I was actually
fucking! A boy's dream come true, my hard cock was inside a girl's cunt and
doing what it was meant to do. Soon I was sliding all the way out then
driving back in that tight warm place.  My sister began to lift, meeting
each of my down-strokes. Her hips flexed on the bed, increasing the
sensations I felt. Her thrusts and muscle contractions made it tough for me
to go slow.

I started increasing my pace, screwing Penny harder. I pulled in and out
while she lay on her back grasping the bed clothes, her body wriggling,
responsive, rewarding my own. She thrust her hips forward to make the point
that she wanted it. She put her face on my shoulder again, her arms binding
tight around me, moaning. My whole dick was wrapped with her soft muscle
and I felt every nerve of my shaft as her tight tunnel enveloped it.  Never
had I been so full of joy. The mirrors showed me shoving deep, raising my
head and gritting my teeth. My chest heaved and muscles tightened as if
scrambling up the world's longest climbing rope, right up to the ceiling. I
felt the eruption approaching.

"I'm gonna cum," I told her.

She braced herself, "It feels so good."

We stared at each other, our eyes widening with growing excitement. I
hammered at her now, her big green bed creaking under the strain and she
lifted her legs to wrap around me as I drove repeatedly in and out of her
sheath. The wet squishing sounds filled the room so loudly I worried folks
might hear. My heart raced and my blood pounded in my ears as we fucked
like rabbits, Penny panting and moaning below me. My balls slapped her
little ass each time I drove deep.

"Aa-aa, aa-aa.  Ha-aa. Cobby, I'm starting to feel strange again. It feels
so good, Cobby.  Ah-h-h...."

Her toes curled down and clenched as her fingers dug with delicious pain
into the skin of my shoulder.

"Right there Jacob..., oh gosh..., push in Cobby..., harder...oh...oh...!"

"Oh Pen, fuck...," I blurted. "It feels amazing.... You're so wet, so hot,
and...tight!"

"Cobby. Surprise is coming....  Aa-aa....  Oh Cobby..., oh Great Mother....
I'm cumming, big brother....  Its so good...oh!"

A vast and powerful force built behind my cock, and suddenly I thrust deep
into my sister's vagina and my cock grazed her womb which sent me over the
edge.

But it was Penny who shrieked, "Oh Great Mother...." and her shriek turned
into a prolonged groan of contentment,
"...ohgreatmotheryesohyescobbyyes...."

Penny's face suddenly softened and unwound then with a smile like warm
vanilla pudding being stirred on a stove. Her pussy jerked along my boy
dick which flexed, suddenly feeling thicker. I knew I was there. My balls
stirred in their sac. I let out a long loud noise, startling me and her
too. That did it. I humped faster and faster, until I could not take it
anymore. I went rigid and I pressed my chest tight to her.

"Argh yeah.  Oh Penny.  I'm cumming.  In you, sis!"

I felt my balls draw up as a jolt of pleasure washed over my body and my
dick buried up in her; cum moving through my cock, forcing its way up and
out the head. It must've squeaked as it escaped.  My cock exploded. I came,
hard.

"...Ngh-ah! ...Ngh-ah! ...Ngh-ah!"

Cum began to well up around my cock, a fresh flow each time I drove into
her. I groaned loudly. My sister had my cum inside of her. She made these
chirping noises as she jerked again and hung onto me, wrapping arms and
legs about me, as she hammered my back with her fists, suctioning me up
inside her like a vacuum cleaner. It was glorious. We really and truly
fucked. Finally, it reduced to weak dribbles and small spasms, and I sank
down onto her sweating tiny body. The fleeting thought of what so much cum
would do to make a little girl a little mother crossed my mind.

I held her and kissed her face and mouth, and eventually my shriveling cock
slipped from her with a soft sucking sound, and all of its inches bobbed in
the air. A little cum was bubbling up around the hole in the top. I grabbed
it and gave my dick a quick pump to force another bubble of thick white
sperm out. I shook it off, and we looked and giggled at each other. We lay
on our backs, side by side on the sticky bed, staring up at our hot and
sweaty selves in those mirrors all over the place. Unbelievable. Sister and
brother. Sib fuckers both. Wow! We couldn't stop sniggering and
chuckling. We were so naughty! We just laughed for the longest time,


******
******
AND YET AGAIN

I spent many moments simply looking at Penny, admiring the sheer beauty of
her 11 year old body, the rise and fall of her diminutive breasts, the
softness of her skin, the richness of her long black hair, the shapely
length of her legs, her narrow waist, the curve of her hips. My fingertips
brushed her cheeks, caressed her throat, slid over her shoulders. She
squealed with mock terror when I caught her, her body writhing against
mine. Penny could not keep her hands off me, and I just watched as she
fiddled with me until arousal pulsed through me anew and my candlestick
started to swell up again. I got my breath and my strength returned.

I rolled back on top and she was so wide open I slid into her warm, smooth
slickness and kept sliding.  It fit in so nice as if it belonged there,
even if still a little bit droopy. Once home it began to fill up the space
nicely. I paused, savoring the truly amazing feeling of her inner muscles
gripping my cock, and then I slid back out and paused again before once
more sliding fully inside her. My baby sister must have felt it, because
her moaning went up a pitch. We each cooed contentedly. I could feel, and
see in the mirror, my glans was pushing her labia apart. The feeling on my
dickhead was wonderful. It excited me to think yet again how much smaller
she was than me. We both hung there together, me over her, her face at my
chest, her feet at my ankles. I was tall and thin but my shoulders were way
wider than hers, my arms and legs way thicker; she made me feel like a man
on a child. It was such a fling to fuck a little tiny girl, my own sister
Penelope. She nodded as if agreeing to my silent thoughts, pulling me down
against her and nuzzling me softly.

All on its own my body began to move, slow, like a freight train starting
up, then faster, stronger, carrying her with me. Soon I was thrusting
hard. Her arms bound my back, her legs wrapped my butt, her hips yanked at
me. My skinny prick seemed longer than she was deep. Surely it must be
poking right through her and out the other side, but it disappeared deep up
into her secret recesses, beckoned, drawn, pulled. I was slurped deep
inside, sucked like a teat from thirsty lips. Heaven!

We lost all sense of time. Penny cried out in short sharp shrieks.  She
went wild beneath me. Her body shook and snapped like a sprung diving
board. That caused me to jerk back till half my long thin cock came out of
her. I knew she was having yet another orgasm underneath me when she bucked
me right straight out of her, jumping and writhing. The thrilling look that
she had when she stared into my eyes was one of trust and deep feelings. I
was hurled to the fourth dimension by her eyes.

She looked at me and moaned. "Mmm yes! ...My surprise...! What
a.... Ooh-h-h brother. I love you."

I could not get it back in until she stopped moving her hips. She jerked
strongly awake, her wide eyes pleading with me, and her full mouth formed
into an O as I again took up my rightful place inside her, plunging
deep. Penny never knew it, but our pup Patches hopped on the bed and began
doing her doggy duty tonguing at my butt while I was screwing my
sister. She lapped her long curled tongue right into my ass hole. Front and
back! Love at both ends! Beyond heaven!

 "This is so glorious," I rasped, my voice squeaky and ragged. "Oh, Penny
this is so good."

This made me a man, I thought. I was only 13. 13, and my dick was right up
her pussy. 13, and I was fucking my sister. Actually doing IT. I figured
out, though I should have already, that my sister was an innocent, a virgin
child. Fair enough; so was I. She was fucking me too, I realised. Her legs
were locked tight around my back, her hands were on my hollowing and
rounding butt, and she was grinding her hips at me, matching my thrusts
with her own, like her kitty-pen was trying to get more of my cob, my `sexy
slim', get it deeper. I kissed Penny, and brushed a hand over her shoulder,
her neck. I felt her pussy devour my bone, felt my balls swelling, my dick
screaming with joy, felt my lips on hers, my tongue on hers, felt my own
nipples, tiny and incredibly hard, brushing hers.

"Oh, Penny, this is so good."

She was grunting too much to answer. I could feel spasms from deep inside
her as if she was already ejaculating again, blowing her nuts off once
more, or whatever girls did, but slippery juice was dribbling out of
her. Every spasm of hers on my bone drove me wild, like her kitty-pen was
sucking on my dick, pulsing and sucking right along the whole length of
it. Harder and harder my body slammed into Penny. Whatever I was holding
onto, I let go.  I knew what was coming. I could feel it gathering in my
belly, feel my balls tightening, feel my whole body rushing headlong into
my dick. And then my brain went into slow motion. The last wave loomed up
over me and I thrust my dick as far as it would go and stopped there,
motionless, my butt clenched, my toes digging into the mattress behind me,
my rigid body riding that wave to oblivion, an eternity of seconds passing,
passing in dreamy slow motion, swimming in a thick gelatinous lake,
ineffectual arms and legs flailing, struggling to get a breath, drawn into
the vortex, like that little boy again being drawn into his mom [Episode
#2].

And then thunderbolts of intense pleasure smashed through me and I felt my
cob, stiff as a stick, inches inside her, bust a first spurt right up her
pen and then the most incredible feeling ever, almost painful, as the next
blast left my dick. With the third cum jolt I convulsed. My body sinews
ejected through my cock. Spasms again and again and again. I jetted into my
little sister's clinging pussy; over and over, flooding her with semen. I
must have cried out and my body jerked in spasms until the last drops shot
from me. Penny rocked back and forth on the bed biting her lip with her
straight white teeth. Her little body shook anew as she came again,
clinging tightly as I came.

"It's good," she cried. "It's good.... It's good...."

We ourselves went first to the headland; our own bodies carried us
there. Our muscles tightened and tingled, trembling at the peak of desire,
need, and lust, and let go.  We groaned together. Our fluids flowed
together, my spurts and her gushes. We jumped in surprise then giggled as
Patches stuck her cold nose along the two us. Her tongue licked where we
were joined so tight, lapping at the drippings there. We shivered
deliciously with this new shared pleasure.


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SEMPER FIDELES

Patches knew to hop up on the bed again to snuggle with the two of us. The
back of my eyeballs still had fireworks going off, and my body twitched
with the delicious after shocks. Both of us were sweaty and hot as we
gasped for breath like after the longest, toughest, sweetest
workout. Miraculously Penny and I had just finished our first real love
making; we'd really and truly fucked, `phooked' as handsome cousin Steven
and his half-sister Susie liked to say. My 11 year old sis and I had
sported in bed that first day and we were spent.

We began to sink down into a new entire tiredness that was sweet and
strangely sad. We held on to each other for a long time. Neither of us
wanted it to end. I was still very erect as her puffy lips were firmly
stretched around my hard cock. We rolled on our sides with me still inside
her, her kitty-pen clutching me, it would not let go. She sighed sleepily
and lay her head on my chest with me stuck in her. I tugged the Schwann
family quilt over us and settled down, my cock finally withering but still
gripped inside her, tied together. My eyes closed, more relaxed and sated
than I could ever remember. Unknowing, we lay and knew nothing, not even
each other, lost, so lost. Our forbidden and taboo love.  Inside I was very
scared and so was she.

The old Grandfather Josiah wall clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It
might have been the dry pulse of our decaying family itself, after a while
it whirred and cleared its throat and struck four times -- `dong' `dong'
`dong' `dong'.

I suddenly pulled out and turned away from Penny. I took a corner of the
quilt to pat away the drips of white juices my dick had dragged out of my
sister when it parted her body. I was still a bit hard and a little
sore. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. She sat up and looked down
between her legs and we watched the cum trickle out. I focused my gaze on
the large smear of cum that soaked the bed spread. I could not stand it any
longer, seeing my cum ooze out of her.

There I was reflected in all the mirrors of our shared bed room, a totally
naked stringy young teenager sitting on the edge of the bed, my red-haired
head in my hands. Then I did it. I started to cry.  I could not help it.  I
did it so nobody could hear me, but I did it.  It scared the hell out of
our Penny-pea when I started doing it, and she came to me and tried to make
me stop, but once you get started you cannot just stop on a dime.  She put
her arm around my neck and I put my arm around her, too. Even huddling
together in the nude I still could not stop sobbing for a long time.  I
thought I was going to choke to death or something.  I tried to make Penny
lie back in bed, but she would not go.  I felt strangled and could not get
my breath. Finally, I stopped.  But it certainly took me a long, long
time. At last my ability to breathe returned, and I hugged her tightly.

"I'll tell you, it was a crime we did a terrible crime it cannot be hid you
think it can but just wait. There's a curse on us. It's not our fault. Is
it our fault? "

"What's the matter, Cobby? You were wonderful to me."

I told her how absolutely incredible she had been.

"It was like one of our make-believe play-stories come to life! " Penny
murmured. "It just happened. It did hurt for me, but to feel my very own
brother inside me and to know that our bodies were joined....  I have just
seen that there is a heaven on earth, and it is right here in your arms."

"Oh, wow," I muttered. "Our innocent childhood is gone forever."

She told me I could sleep with her again.

I could only whisper, "May I?"

"Yeah!" Penny whispered back, "Like tonight."

Our nearness in the altogether set my heart to beating double time as Penny
rested her head on my shoulder. It felt all too comfortable to be lying
beside her, my sister, all too right when it was oh, so wrong. I closed my
eyes when she began to stroke my misbehaving red hair. Had anything ever
felt so good? Her touch was tender, caring, and sensual. Her breath warm on
my neck. Her body a tempting lure I did not want to resist. To just hold
her and do nothing else was the most difficult thing I'd ever
done. Meanwhile I was still thinking.

***

After an innocent nap Penny and I cleaned up and I immediately dressed.  We
left our rundown shotgun cottage and traipsed hand in hand over to the big
brick farm house to sit with Old Aunt Elsa. Patches danced in excited
circles around us. My little sister Penny ran gaily before me on the muddy
path that May 2nd afternoon, prancing on tip toe because her crotch was so
sore from our play. She needed to pee yet again so she ducked behind a bush
and I walked in front of her to the old house.

It seemed like an eternity. I was so ashamed of what I had done to my
sister, or was it that I felt now we had to tell or be caught? I trudged
slowly on the way to the farm house, like a man going to the gallows --
literally. One of the many thoughts running through my head was that I
would never get to `know' my sister again, to fuck together ever again. I
thought about running away, but I knew that wouldn't be fair to Penny. I
thought about getting Penny and the two of us to run away, but what would a
nearly 14 year old and almost 12 year old do out there in the real world?

What had immense Cousin Max said? "Purity is a negative state and therefore
contrary to nature!"  I could not stop his voice from booming in my head,
"Listen!  No good taking it so hard!  It's not your fault boy!  It would
have been some other fellow!"

We were damned to hell. If Penny and I were just damned to hell, if that
were all of it, if nobody else were there but her and me.... We'd done
something so dreadful that they all would have fled hell except us.

"Alright then I'll go to hell!"

Rather formally I climbed the stone steps to the wide porch, each pace
making me feel heavier and heavier.  Patches lay down patiently by the
door. The front hallway was like marching back into some other century,
with the dusty aspidistra and knickknacks everywhere. I jacked off my boots
and hung my jacket on the clothes tree. The ancient round form in the black
woolen dress and old fashioned bonnet was on the parlor settee, almost as
though she were waiting for us. Old Aunt Elsa was stocky, as broad as she
was tall, a sallow, pug-nosed plain lady, like a great kindly toad. Her
care-worn face beamed and she opened her arms when she saw me.

As I drew near, recognition and knowing opened on her face, and with alarm
and resignation she knew. Little Penny dropped her coat to the floor and
ran to the other side and Old Aunt Elsa turned to her, and she knew. She
knew from seeing Penny's and my faces, and knew for certain when she drew
Penny to her and smelled her, smelled me at her pores I guess, my many boy
sperms having been absorbed into my sister's blood stream.

"I have committed incest," I said, "Old Aunt Elsa, it was I."

Then Old Aunt Elsa raised her head and let out a howl. The room filled with
a mournful high-pitched cry, sad and wavering, louder and softer. There was
more than astonishment in it, I thought, it was horror; shock; agony with
Old Aunt Elsa's eyes backrolling for an instant. She gave long high wails
of keening loss and regret, hopeless and prolonged, which changed in time
to a tone of resigned welcome and even meek celebration.

She sang from the old scripture, " `I charge you, O sons and daughters of
Mother Cainan, swear by the does of the field. Beware! Do not arouse and
awaken the searing love between sister and brother before its proper
time. Beware!' " (Canticles of Cainan, 3: 5.)

She embraced the two of us, had us sit with her on the couch, one on either
side of her. Old Aunt Elsa, who was probably the most kindhearted person in
the world, let us know that she couldn't stand in the way of love. We were
very young. We wept, and buried ourselves in her soft, accepting body, and
then we were quiet and open to all the late afternoon had to offer.

In silence we watched through the wiggly window panes as her pet pair of
small tundra swans glided by on the pond, with seven young ones following
in their wake. The male swan was called `the Cob' and the female `the Pen'
from time immemorial. Growing up hatchlings, they had found each other as
young swans at their first coupling, and had mated for life; semper
fideles. Old Aunt Elsa pointed out the cygnets, the young ugly goslings
born out of devotion and destined to become beautiful swans in their
turn. She kissed us in her tears and went to fetch hot sweet smelling tea
and fragrant fresh baked bread.

Penny and I sat very close together on the settee watching the swans. My
sister was trembling and I was pretty wobbly myself. My black remorse set
in at the end of it all. The sun sank behind clouds over the pond outside
Old Aunt Elsa's parlor window. That is when I knew I must never touch my
sister, ever again. This certainty came on me while we watched the swans. I
pictured that faded newspaper photo stuffed in the Japanese erotic art book
at the back of dad's closet, `Boy Lynched -- Commits Incest, Molests Own
Sister' [Episode #4].  I imagined the Black Coat Moral Society, the incest
vigilantes, pulling the noose tight about my neck, their blades cutting my
young flesh and their glee as they flung my gonads away. It would mean my
death and my sister's too, in all likelihood. If I was to protect her and
me I must on no account do it again. I swore to never touch Penny, never
think of my sister in those ways, ever again. Never-ever!

So my thoughts rose pure, but down below my dick got hard and pushed my
pants up for all to see.

Yours truly, Jacob

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<to be continued>