Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 09:18:07 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: Story;'Cob 'n Pen #02'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Fb cons)[2!24]

This is a work of soft and slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted
without attribution from personal, family, public, and other sources. It is
a pastiche of original material as well as revised versions of a number of
story fragments borrowed liberally from elsewhere. All of the characters in
this story are portrayed by adults 18 years of age or older. If reading
erotic fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are under age for
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Cob `n Pen #02

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: Bath Time; Our
Secret Game.


>>> from JACOB (Cobby)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB

Re: BATH TIME, Shallow Lake, 1929

Actually I was a bashful child.

The exception was when Penny and I took a bath together. I remember before
one of our Saturday night baths at the Shallow Lake parsonage. We had
filled the iron tub with hot water from the kitchen stove, and our mother
welcomed us while she washed, I was still 9.  My little sister and I stood
next to the tub and looked at mom splashing the water on her shoulders. Her
pale breasts floated beneath the surface of the water, rounded like white
fruits; her nipples, ample pink buds. The water coursed down her belly and
over her dark pubic hair which swam just beneath the surface, catching the
soap bubbles.  We saw her emerge half covered by her towel, her legs
naked. I was fascinated as she stepped out of the tub and toweled herself
off, revealing her breasts and nipples and the dark secret shadowy spot
with the waving hair.

Penny got into that soapy water after mom. I watched my bare sister in the
bath. I had never paid much attention to her childish body, other than
being happy that I had all my external equipment compared to the mostly
nothing she showed. She had no breasts or pubic hair like mom, but even so
her chests and pee place were there. I could not help but look at her
because she looked pretty. Being taught to be polite I asked if I could get
in with her.

"Yes you may," she said.

I usually did what Penny said, as though she were the older child. I
climbed into the bath with my erect penis. My sister could not stop staring
at it.

"I like that," she said.

I sat down in the other end of the tub from her. Penny and I soon splashed
water everywhere, and our black and red heads of hair were plastered to our
scalps. I scrubbed her back, and her little hands scraped up and down on
mine. When short chunky Penny climbed all over me she pushed me backward so
I was almost underwater. And then she lay back on top of my skinny tummy
and spread her legs wide.

"I feel something hard."

"It's nothing. Don't touch!"

"What's this? It's growing up!"

"It is, he-he-he!"

"Hey, it's moving!"

"Quit looking at it so much."

And we watched my `king tinkler' stiffen up again between her thighs as
though it were really hers. We laughed and laughed while she held it and I
felt her fingers on me. Then I peed high up in the air and down into the
bath. Mom came by wrapped in her towel while my sister was holding my now
very hard penis, and I tried to cover myself with Penny's legs, knowing our
sour mom would disapprove.

"No, Jacob!" mom scolded. "No!"

Our mother got right on her knees by the tub and went after me with a
scratchy washcloth and suds.

"We have to wash all that dirtiness off your body now."

"Aach! Noo! I don't want my hair washed. Mom!"

She attacked my ears like I was a little kid.

"Cut it out! Lay off the ears! You know how I hate water in my ears!"

"Enough, Cobby. You need a scrubbing, you are filthy!"

"I am not!" I yelled. "You just look too close!"

I was desperate to get under the water and hide beneath my hands and
Penny. Mom scraped the cloth in my armpits and hoisted my legs in the air
so that it sprang out.

"Hey! That's private!"

"Cobby!  Look at you!"

I acted innocent, but mom stared at my 9 year old erection.

"There's more here than I thought." Mom kept looking at me. "Seeing you
with no pants on, Jacob, brings back a rush of memories. Memories of being
with my older brother up in the old tree house back at Pike Lake
Crossroads." Finally mom said, "You two are way too old to bathe
together. It is not fitting."

I actually did not really understand what mom meant at the time, although I
guessed it had to do with my sister Penny's sudden interest in my body and
its obvious differences from her own. Mom said for me to get on out of the
tub and she stood me in front of her. I politely held a hand over my front
until it went down. I was scared of a spanking, but it turned out mom was
not in her usual disagreeable mood. In fact she looked kindly at me with a
bright delighted smile. All of a sudden I was pleased to be her center of
attention.

"Well!" she exclaimed with one of her rare and wonderful laughs. "You
certainly do flaunt it; but then boys must be boys."

"You mean my tinkler?"

"I believe you may call it a `cock' now, by the looks of it."

Mom grinned as she dried my neck, shoulders and belly. Her long fingers
brushed my nipples and caused them to stand off my chest. Her slick hand
rubbed my tummy, tickling my outie belly button, then down and back up each
thin, hairless leg. She dried me off with the edge of her towel and began
to wipe my groin clean. I felt her hand touch my shoulder to turn me to
face her, my cock pointing at her now and quivering with my rapid
pulse. She gently wiped my crack and hole and I sighed while my tinkler
stood absolutely hard at attention once more. My `cock' looked like a
lolly-pop, with its stretched out thin stick and very round top.

Mom said with a smile, "You are indeed a `grower', as Cousin Max
says. You've grown into a man before my very eyes."

She cupped my small balls with her palm, stroking them and tugging lightly
on the sack.

"Such a beautiful boy. So soft, so warm, so hard. A perfect boy."

Then with her other hand she began to rub the back of my neck.  She had not
done this in a long time. As I raised my eyes, I saw her wet hair and moist
body covered with the big towel. Her face looked a little bit confused. I
saw more and more of her body as her towel began to fall away. I started to
have that funny sensation in my groin, almost like I needed to pee right
away from climbing on the clothes pole.  She kept rubbing my neck, and then
my back, and slowly down.

"May I touch it, sweetie?" she asked, even while running a finger along the
underside of my penis.

Then mom gripped me and stroked it all at once. I moaned loudly, feeling
that electric jolt of need-to-pee between my balls and little hole. I did
not know what to think. Mom laughed, gently shaking her head from side to
side. She turned around and dropped the towel that had hidden her beautiful
body. I was so embarrassed that I closed my eyes tight. I did not even know
if it was proper to have those thoughts. She came to me, put her hands on
me, and gently kissed me. I was scared and excited. All of a sudden she
stuck something into my mouth, her tongue. Thick and long and firm it
twiddled between my lips and then fully in my mouth, gagging me. Me body
went all stiff and I about wretched. Then my mouth was empty, lips still
smooched hard by my mom, and I don't know how but my own tongue sidled out
into my mother's mouth. I felt her stony teeth, her living slithering
tongue, her warm mouth. All of a sudden she sucked on it, my tongue,
hard. My stiff body jerked stiffer, like plugged into a light socket. She
worked on my tongue like a calf sucking your finger, waves all through me,
sucking me up, like being sucked through a straw. Then she broke the kiss
and sat back. It had just lasted a second. My eyes and mouth and all of me
were wide open before her. She looked so beautiful. She brushed her fingers
along the top of my penis.

"It won't hurt," she murmured. "How does that feel?"

"Uh," I struggled to breathe. "Okay." Finally I said, "It prickles."

"I think that means it likes it. It sure looks like you're in a happy
mood. Maybe momma should give you a hand. Let's pull your foreskin back a
little."

 "Hah! Mom! What are you doing?"

"You don't want it stuck. Later when you get special girl and boy friends
they'll like pulling it back."

"M-m-mom! Ha!"

"Oh yes. You really are my big boy!"

"Oooh momma! Oh, momma!"

She whispered something about it being smooth and beautiful. She trembled
and looked scared. I was afraid she would grab me.

"Do you want me to stop, honey?" she said, wrapping her hand around it.

"Oh mom, I don't know. It's..., uhh, mmm!"

I was feeling something unlike what I had ever felt before. I was breathing
heavy and so was she as she fondled my backside with one hand and moved her
fingers up and down along my stiff cob, questioning me with her eyes. She
had her secret pleased and knowing smile that I had seen when she was with
dad.

"Ungh, yeah.  My stomach is all tingly too, mom. Oh..."

She calmed me by kissing me on the shoulder and gave me a hug.

"Oh honey, you're so cute when you're nervous. It's so hard. Boys aren't
supposed to be hard from being with their mothers," she teased.

"But I didn't mean it, mom. It just gets bigger when I look at you."

She moved close with her arm around me.

"You must really like mommy a lot, and that's what makes you hard. You're
just stirred up. You'll make babies with it one day."

I was afraid, but I loved what it felt like between her fingers. I started
to pant.  My pulse was racing and I did not know what was happening to me.

"Well, I still owe you a kiss. A little kiss for my son. So stand very
still."

Teeth clenched, I felt an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat. I
remember I started moaning when she lowered her head and touched my cock
tip with her lips in a slow kiss. I chirped when she let her lips slip over
my bell end, holding me in her warm, wet smooch, her hands gripping and
fingering my buttocks to keep me there.

"...mom!"

Her mouth sucked rhythmically and tight on my tinkler like she had sucked
on my tongue. Electric shocks again went through me. I felt me grow longer
and fatter in her mouth and very, very hard. I heard myself groan. My hands
went to her head and grabbed on, my knees trembled and my body jerked from
the contact. I had the strongest urge to urinate through my carrot-hard
tinkler, and I almost screamed as I felt a burning dry release. Penny just
watched from the cooling tub, the tip of her tongue held between her
teeth. Mom slowly pulled away, drips of saliva stringing from her lips to
my little very stiff penis.

Mom chanted to us in her sing-song way, "The mother came face to face with
him who was the love of her soul. She took him by the hands, seized him and
would not let him go, bringing him to her bedroom, into her chamber where
she had conceived him." (Canticles of Cainan, 3:4)


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OUR SECRET GAME

So when mom called gaily, "Jacob, Penelope," inviting us to come all
unclothed and get in her bed with her, I somehow knew it was special.

"Mommy, you smell really nice," Penny said.

Penny knew what our mother liked. She reached across to stroke and toy with
mom's big breasts and licked her nipples. I cuddled nude behind Penny like
spoons, loving the feel of her bare butt pulled into the curve of my body
and watching close. But when called I hopped up to lie by mother's other
breast, and I knew to bend one leg over her naked thigh on my side.  I
remember so well, feeling her crinkly pubic hair down there rubbing my
knee.  I was frightened by what I saw between my mom's legs. To me, it
looked like a huge, wet, hungry mouth. I was scared by that luring crevice,
the lips rigid under her stroking finger, the liquid that came like the
saliva of a hungry person. I imagined this hunger of a woman as tremendous,
ravenous, and insatiable. I felt that I could never satisfy it.  Mom cupped
her hand over my naked bottom and fingered me there until I instinctively
moved over closer and closer and on top of her.  Now it was my belly
feeling the crinkly pubic hair and then she had me climb higher towards her
breasts.

"Oh my babies!" she kissed my ear and murmured.  "Lick this one here baby."

I grinned at Penny as we played our secret game with mommy's nipples,
watching them bounce up and down. The look and feel of my mother's big and
full breasts made me want to lick, to suckle, to press my face against
them, and to smother under their bursting fullness, to fill my mouth with
the nipples and to magically press myself inside of her. Coupled with both
of us kids sucking her nipples, mom soon jumped, nearly knocking me off as
her hips snapped hard, and she gave out a shriek.

"Ohh, ahh, whee! Oh, sweetie I can't stop... "

"Mommy, are you okay? Does it hurt?" Penny asked.

"Don't stop, honey. Mommy likes feeling the `surprise' rippling inside
her."

Then mom recited, "The mother took us by the hand into her house, her home,
that she might instruct us and be our teacher. She caused us to drink from
her perfumed breasts, the spiced juice of her round fruit. Her left hand
was under my head, her right hand about me to caress and embrace me."
(Canticles of Cainan, 8: 2, 3)

My mother gave me a long intense kiss on my mouth which made it hard to
breathe.

"Mommy loves you so much, sweetie."

She tucked her hand around under my butt to pull me lower on her actually,
and really went at me.  The more she pressed at my bum hole, the more itchy
the pee sensation grew and the more I wriggled around on top of her.  My
young penis, my cob, was stiff and it got pushed into where it was hot, wet
and soft, and the crinkly hair tickled it.

"Stay on me this time, Jacob. You're my little strong man!"

"You're so wet, mom."

It seemed to me that my little penis and me would be swallowed up forever
between her legs. She put both her hands on my bottom and fingered my hole
as she clenched me to her, actually rubbing herself with me. I can't
describe what I was feeling then. I was excited and scared stiff. I
remembered struggling as in a dream, as though my arms and legs were
flailing to swim through clear thick gelatinous waters, desperate to hold
my breath in a whirlpool. It was warm and very soft.

She clamped both arms around me and strangled me with her great
thighs. What was she doing? She searched for my mouth with her lips and
sucked on me mightily until I put my tongue fully into her maw as
before. She drew long hard slurps along my tongue. My whole body stiffened
even more, particularly my little cock. I could feel it rock hard in the
warm wet between her legs. She broke the kiss and looked at me in pleasure
with wild laughing eyes. I was terrified and delighted and timid and eager
and felt so wrong and so right as she pulled me up against her again and
again. I locked onto Penny's eyes. My mouth fell open and my eyes bugged
with the new sensations and sounds. Strange things occurred. I enjoyed this
so much. Inside I was feeling so shy with shame and at the same time happy
from feelings and pleasures that were new. It was truly wonderful and
terrible.

"Yes Jacob! That's the spot. Rub it harder! Oh, baby, yes," mom moaned.

A fearful and delicious dry electric warmth went all through me.

And then, "Oh no, Jacob, don't stop, please...."

All on its own my body actually shuddered and I shriveled up helplessly
like a spider on a hot stove and rolled away all in a ball.

When I got soft and floppy, mom whimpered sadly through her tears, "Oh no,
Jacob."

"I can't," I said.

Our mother turned aside and cried and shooed us away.

"Jacob!" She snapped. Uh-oh, our mom was doing another of her lightning
turnarounds from sweet and bright back to sour and black. "I've never seen
a child as dirty and disgusting as you. Look at you! You made me go
wet. Get out of my bed. Go back to your room. Shut up, you filthy little
beast! I should have put you in an orphanage, grandson or son or not. Into
the bathroom! Cover up, and wipe my juices off yourself. Hurry up, damn
you! Now give me my scissors from the medicine chest. Take that filthy
thing in your hand. Stretch it out. Look down. Do you want me to cut it
off? Do you? I pledge you my word, Jacob, if you ever defy me again I'll
cut it off. Do you understand?"

I grabbed my shorts and ran outside to escape another of mom's sudden flips
from light to dark. I slid up and down the clothes pole again and again,
sparking anew my need-to-pee feeling. When I finally came in, Penny was
asleep on the couch with a towel draped over her.  Mom was dressed and in
the kitchen, visibly angry with us or herself, silently working at the
stove.  We never spoke of it, and it never happened again that way, but it
never left my mind. My fondest hope was to bring the joy to her that I
somehow hadn't done that day.

I only wish I had been able to have real sex with my mother back then; I
think about that often.

Yours truly, JACOB SCHWANN
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<to be continued>