Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 23:40:58 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #20'(bi inc gB cons)[20!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #20'(bi inc gB cons)[20!24]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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pastiche of original material as well as revised versions of a number of
story fragments borrowed liberally from elsewhere. All of the characters in
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Cob `n Pen #20

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: Letter  #1  What -- Never?;  Well -- Hardly
Ever;  Just Kids;  Letter #2  Timothy Grass;  Afterwards

Letter #1, from JACOB
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Shotgun shack, Pike Lake Crossroads, summer 1934


WHAT -- NEVER?

"I have committed incest," I'd confessed to the matriarch of our Cainan
Faith Community. "It was I." [Episodes #18, #19]

Old Aunt Elsa kept all our words, and pondered them in her heart. When that
first morning dawned the day after my sister and I had `Done IT', I got
dragged out of sound sleep by a warm, wet sensation on my ear. I blinked,
trying to wake up. Again, the warmth, the wetness circled my ear. What was
going on? The tip of a tongue slid into my ear and sent tickling sensations
down my whole body. Then it retreated and I felt lips on mine. I lay stiff
and straight in my lower bunk, unmoved as a wooden log when she pranced
about my bunk.

"I'm sorry, Penny. I'm so sorry." I apologized, pulling myself away from
her. "It was nice. But you and I just can't kiss anymore."

My kid sister pulled at the covers, still kissing me and rubbing her hands
over me. I turned nobly away.

"We cannot do that stuff, Penelope.  Ever again."

She wouldn't hear me. Her hands were up on my chest, tickling me and
feeling me hard to make me yield. I struggled away from her, under the bed
clothes.

"No!" I yelled, determined now to be mature and protect both of us from
certain disaster.

She thought I did not love her. I tried to say it was because I did love
her that we must never, ever do `IT' again. Otherwise the Black Coat incest
vigilantes would discover us, cut us up, and hang us until dead [Episode
#4].

"You'll miss me," my sister said with a pouting smile. "You'll think of me
every time you go to bed. Then you'll get hard and have no one to help you,
and you'll never be able to sleep unless you...."

All tears, she grinned that wicked grin I loved so well. And she left
me. She went back to her big green bed on the other side of the ragged
Schwann family quilt which hung in the middle of our shared bedroom to keep
us apart. My mind had flipped back and forth. First, I was deeply,
wonderfully exhausted, physically and emotionally. Second, I was nagged by
a feeling of profound unease -- guilt I guess. It played on my mind. Both
her tender age and the undeniable fact that she was my sister, for Cainan's
sake! I worried that I'd loused up her whole life, setting in motion some
sort of trauma that would ruin her for ever. What you heard from kids who
had been mistreated and misused and all. What if Penny were to think about
it, and later go haywire and tell all about us?  I did not even want to
think about what our mom might do if she ever found out. 11 years old was
certainly young to be getting into sex stuff. Much less getting into actual
fucking with her 13 year old brother as well!

From that morning on my life was a constant struggle between Honor and
Inclination. They alternately triumphed over each other in my mind. When I
closed my eyes and Penny was out of sight, I resolved honorably to run away
from our little shotgun shack and see her no more. But when I opened my
eyes and there she was, I forgot my resolution and instead was inclined to
be with her at the hazard of my life, and the loss of what was much dearer
to me, my `limb' -- my `blessed jewels'. For I expected arrest, castration,
hanging and eternal damnation for my crime of passion with my little
sister.

***

Then it was three weeks since the two of us played hookey from school, and
watched the young bull Noah mate with his mother cow Naomi [Episode
#17]. That's when we first made love together in her big green bed on that
lovely rainy Wednesday. It was the most incredible thing that ever happened
to me, and Penny said the same. However, we had not talked about it
since. We both knew how wrong it was for a brother to `know' his sister in
the scriptural sense, especially if she was so young, and he was too. I
stayed put in my lower bunk on one side of the Schwann family quilt, and
she kept to her big green bed on the other side.

I did not know what she was doing over there. But I thought about how
wonderful my first and only `phook' [Episode #5] had been, and lay in bed
and jacked off. In fact I jacked off any number of times every day thinking
about it. I did not need a Monkey-Ward catalog with pictures of boys and
girls in underwear anymore. I just imagined my long thin cock sliding into
my sister's tight baby kitty-pen and I was instantly hard.

For the thousandth time I recalled and re-experienced and quoted from
memory what we had done that day, May 2nd: "My little sister Penny pushes
me hard on my shoulder, giggling and making as though to run away. I grab
the sleeve of her giant red pajama top and she spins away, naked now with
her back to me, shrieking with laughter. We end up all bare on her big
green bed, both of us panting from tussling so hard. Our hands can not stay
still, stroking one another's thighs, exploring boy chest and girl
breasts. She puts her thumb in her mouth, sucking softly, her other hand on
my wrist, following me down as I rub lightly over her tummy and lower and
lower.  -Cobby!  She lies back against me, I feel her tighten.
-Cobby. Uu-aa. Ah.  My fingers are down there, touching her, wet, warm,
slippery. Her legs clench tight about my hand, she arches back against me,
her head lolling to the side.  -Ohh.  Aa-ah. Hu-aa. It's making me feel
strange.  She puts her head back; eyes squinched shut, mouth open.  -Cobby,
if you keep doing that....  Ahh-aaa-aaa!  Her fingers tug at me, gripping
my flesh, pulling me over her. Her legs draw apart causing her slit to part
and open. We stare into all the mirrors on the backs of the doors and on
the walls and ceiling. I feel and see her hands move over my back and grip
my flesh as I settle between her legs. I shift and my dick rests at
her. Putting it in would be bad, I remember thinking. We must stop, and
maybe carry on when she is a bit older.  But she surprises me, stretching
down to her kitty-pen, her fingers about my cock, touching me and holding
me and pulling me against her.  -Nn-nn....  OW!  I can feel, and see in the
mirrors, my big boy glans pushing her little baby labia apart. The feeling
on my dickhead is wonderful.  -Okay. Nnn!  I want to feel you closer in me
Cobby.  She looks up at me, her face desperate and sweet,
-Please.... Y.... Yeah.... OUCH.  She pulls her knees up a bit, and slowly
spins on the spindle of my cock, facing me, with her hands gripping my
shoulders.  -Aa-aaa....  The reflecting glass across the room shows my cock
in her. She works her hands over my neck and shoulders, rubbing down along
the bare skin over my ribs. We lick one another's tongues, making slobbery
kisses and sucking one another's lips.  -Ha-aa. Ha-aa-ah! Hu-aa. Cobby, I'm
starting to feel strange again. It feels so good, Cobby.  Ah!  Her toes
curl down and clench as her fingers dig with delicious pain into the skin
of my shoulder.  --Cobby! Something's coming.... My surprise is
coming-g-g....  Aa-aa...!"

And with that most incredible memory of all time I cummed yet again by my
own hand, alone forever now in my lower bunk. The screaching of the bed
springs momentarily ceased while I moaned, "Nghaa..., nghaa..., nghaa....!"


***

WELL -- HARDLY EVER

But every time I saw Penny, she seemed prettier and `readier' than
before. It was three weeks and I could hardly stand it any more. I lay in
my bed and the old Grandfather Josiah wall clock tick-tocked and struck two
in the morning: `Dong...', `Dong....' And I had already beat off twice
thinking about my sister who was not three or four feet from me on the
other side of that damn quilt.

I don't know what possessed me, but I could not take it any more. I got up,
all was quiet and the household asleep, except for me.  I poked my head
around the quilt and moved toward my sister's bed, like on a Camp Cainan
`Night Walker' attack [Episode #11].  I crept over to Penny's side. I moved
closer and stood quietly. From the moonlight through the window I could see
her in bed sleeping. I went over to her, looking down at her peaceful face
with her lips barely working at sucking her thumb. I dropped my pajama
bottoms to the floor and slid naked into bed with her.

I was scared as hell. What if she hated me for what I had done to her? She
might wake up, start screaming, and bring in mom from the next room and
immense cousin Max from over at the farm house. He'd beat the crap out of
me, and rightly so. I wasn't going to be able to look anyone in the eye
again, ever. But I just wanted to hold my baby sister once more, to feel
her silky smooth body next to mine, to cup her growing breasts in my hands.
Oh Great Cainan, if she screamed I would be a dead man.

I put my hand on her cheek and whispered, "Penny, it's me...."

She opened her eyes, saw me, and jerked awake.  Her eyes went wide. Then
the unbelievable happened. She threw her arms around me and smashed her
lips on mine. Our mouths instantly opened and our tongues danced with
joy. There were no preliminaries. There was no foreplay. There was just a
frantic clutching at each other. I urgently pulled her nightie up and she
just as urgently pushed her panties down and rolled onto her back and I was
on top of her in a flash.

She wasted no time reaching down to guide my cob into her pen. I shoved it
in and started screwing with my sister with wild abandon right there and
then. Her legs crossed over my butt and locked down. Her hands ran hard
over my back and arms and neck and chest. As I pumped her tight little
kitty-pen tunnel I covered her face, neck and tiny tits with kisses. I
sucked on her nipples but soon went back to her lips and we kissed deep,
long and hard as we bore into each other and pumped and fucked like
bunnies. I had already shot my wad a couple of times by hand that night, so
it took a while before I sprayed inside of her but kept hard and kept going
and then I exploded inside of her for real. And Penny had three or four or
more of her twisting writhing soundless-screaming surprise-climaxes along
the way. We lay there panting, sweating, silent after we finished.

"They say what we did is a sin, even if you love each other."

"Do you believe that?"

"No."

"Me neither."

She raised her trim little ankle, showing me her pale pink panties that had
caught there, "As long as one of us has our underwear `on', then it's not
really incest," she reminded me with a giggle [Episode #14].

I finally said that I had to get back to my side of the room. Penny grabbed
me, kissing me passionately, and she made me promise to come back the next
night, and the next. I stumbled over to my bunk on the other side of the
quilt almost whistling, I was so happy with those incredible unmistakable
blue-zingering feelings all over. Penny was not mad at me after all!  In
fact, she was going through the same feelings I had. She'd thought I was
angry at her for stuffing me inside her and making my sperms let loose in
her -- the ultimate mark of a real and true actual `fuck'. Back in bed, I
don't know where I got the energy, but I jacked off yet again, thinking
about my sister.


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JUST  KIDS

The day after that we got home from school and saw mom's note saying she'd
be doing an extra shift at the clinic. Penny and I attacked each other,
falling into one another's arms and kissing. I pawed at her breasts. One of
her hands mauled my ass and the other was down over my stiff prick. Right
there in the kitchen I pulled her blouse off and she started tugging at the
buttons on my shirt. In no time we were both in our underwear. We pushed
back from each other at arms length and just looked.

She whispered to me, "I have to have you now...!"

"Oh Great Mother, yes! Let's do it, Penny," I urgently replied.

She hopped backward up on the kitchen table and pulled me in between her
legs. I don't know what happened to our under things, but they
disappeared. We were both oblivious to anything else around us. I hunched
over my tiny 11 year old sister, kissing her breasts and shoulders and
eyelids and lips and finally blew my load into her. We barely were able to
stand and stumbled into the small tub in the bathroom where we stood bound
together under the spraying spritzer and did it again.

After that beautiful night and day with my sister Penelope, we brought each
other to our satisfaction whenever we got the chance. We did it almost
everyday, sometimes having sex together eight or nine times. I would come
home from school and she was waiting for me. A lot of the time we would
grab a fast quickie when we thought no one was likely to catch us. I
remember shortly after we started doing it, how surprised I was the first
time when I passed my sister in the hallway and she pulled her dress up
over her hips, leaned against the wall and spread her legs. She'd taken to
wearing no panties so she was ready. Things snowballed from there and we
experimented in many ways. We missed no chance in the barn, kitchen or
bathroom. Once I pulled open our closet door and stuffed her right there in
among the clothes and that old Indian buffalo headdress I'd worn our first
day [Episode #17].

***

Of course, the favorite times were at night when everyone was asleep and we
would sneak into each other's beds and fuck most of the night. The
Grandfather Josiah wall clock kept us company, ticking loudly for such a
modest clock. I knew from practice that when I came I would cum seven times
in five tick-tocks of the clock. Penny had nearly the same cadence. The
intensity would vary, but the pace of our spasms was regular.

So when we were screwing, and had done it a lot, and were tired, but she
got me up again because she wanted more, or I awakened her from her
sleeping and asked, "May I come into you again? Cum inside you again?"

And she always said, "Yes."

I rolled her a bit over on her back and slid into her or perhaps she was
lying on top of me, essentially asleep, and I was hard in her, tired from
many cummings, but whipped by boy desire to cum again, I would time my
pushes up into her. Perhaps lifting my hips once to every tick-tock, or a
tick-tock-tick of the clock.

Tick: "Uh!" from one of us as I pushed my prick up into her wet enclosing
warmth, sliding and slipping and feeling oh, so good, even when it was
burning and sore.

Tock: "Yeah!"

Or tick-tock-tick: "Huh!"

Tock-tick-tock: "Oh, Great Mother...!"

Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick: "Ah!"

Until eventually it would cascade into a driving need to push and cum-off
inside her and I came in those unstoppable pulses beyond will or want.

Tick-tock: "Nga-ah!  Nga-ah!"

Tick: "Haa-oh!"

Tock: "Nga-ah..., nga-ah...."

Tick: "Mmm-ah!"

Tock: "Nga-ah!"

We forgot the ticking of the clock as more dollops of my cream were added
to her honey pot. We fell back, panting and pleasured, while our
Grandfather Josiah just watched benignly over us and marked, `tick-tock...,
tick-tock..., tick-tock...,' and we would sleep.

***

Yet it wasn't always our `blessed jewels' in and about each
other. Sometimes I'd only ever so gently tease her wet kitty-pen with my
finger as we smooched, and she would cum and beg me to stop. Or she would
kiss my prick and rub it as slow as you please until I came. She let me
jism all over her body. Hey, what's the first and the strongest attraction
for a boy?  His sister, of course!  So dear, so close, so cute and so
exceptionally naughty! [Episodes #7, #16] I loved the feeling of cumming on
and inside my very own sister. In fact we both really got off on having me
shoot my cum deep inside her kitty-pen. She would absolutely go wild when
she felt me flooding her insides with my cum; she liked the warm and slinky
feeling she got. Not only would she start screaming as she came, but
normally she wasn't crazy about messes between her legs. But when it was my
cum going into her she actually locked her legs around me to keep me inside
her for as long as she could so she could keep my cum up in her. Then and
thereafter we seized every opportunity to indulge in our favorite pastime,
putting my cob and as much cum up inside my sister's kitty-pen as possible.

I guessed it was true what they said about `The forbidden fruit is the
sweetest'. Although all this was known as taboo, it did not seem to harm us
any.

We were kids; it just could not get any better than that.

Yours truly, Jacob
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Letter #2, from PENELOPE
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From PENELOPE
Lower meadow, Pike Lake Crossroads, summer 1934

TIMOTHY GRASS

Cobby and I flattened a small circle for ourselves in the hay field down
beyond the meadow.

A love nest. In order to save the timothy grass, and for our own security,
we picked our way to it carefully, leaving no trace, changing routes every
day or so. Cobby hid a blanket in the old stone sheepfold down along the
hedgerow. Great Mother, it was lovely. Across the field and around us the
bright green bayonets of timothy grass rose swaying, stiff and rigid, some
taller than me. The white and yellow stalks were tipped with the very
narrow cylindrical flowering-heads, inches in length, some almost as long
as Jacob's cob. The sunlight touching the spikelets seemed to gem the
spikes with dew drops. Lying on our bellies we'd watch long-legged harvest
spiders pick their way through the tall blond grass. Ladybugs and
butterflies settled on our forearms, our naked shoulders. And all around
the rustling, never-still timothy shivered and settled in the heat. We were
happy as pigs in clover with our field of timothy grass.

The first time back in our nest after a week of rain was special. The sunny
day sweltered and I lay back on the blanket, tensing myself a little. I was
half-longing, half-dreading his entrance. It had really hurt sometimes
during those last few weeks. His anxious face loomed over me.

"Silly," I smiled. "Go on, get after it!"

I remember the unbelieving happiness on his face, and on mine I think, as
that first slow, nervous thrust just happened. It did hurt for me. Yet to
feel him inside me, to know that our bodies were joined held nothing but
pleasure. Inside I was whole, slippery pink flesh. Cobby grinned at my
ecstatic squeak. My body relaxed for a moment, then tensed again but
differently. As Cobby's thrust followed thrust growing ever more sure, my
legs moved up until they wrapped possessively around his narrow waist. I
clinched involuntarily around his cock. I pulled him into me, my kitty
muscles grasping at every least part I could engulf. I wasn't about to stop
until his toes were inside me. My sheath milked, clutched, until finally
the shuddering earth subsided to tremors and aftershocks so that I was held
there, in his arms, spent, boneless, complete.

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SEVEN  AFTERWARDS

1- And afterwards I lay back, my hard little breasts straight up in front
of me, and listened to the redwing blackbirds. The brilliance of the
sunshine, the bluest, highest sky; light covered us, our vision sharp and
skin perfect. And there were to be lots of afterwards. We wrestled and
screwed as only kids could. Seven times in a day was a good number.

Dear Uncle Doctor, what can I put in a letter that tells how exciting it
was to be with our Jacob? Just seeing Cobby all bare, so tall and slender,
freckly white with his wild red hair puffed about his head and the scant
bit under his arms and around his long, thin penis; the fact that here was
my brother naked before me made me pant. My very own brother -- it was
thrilling. When he came near, it was the heat of my brother that incited my
own. The breath in my ear and the beat of the heart through the chest into
mine were my brother's. And I rose to it. Feeling my brother get big
straddling me, and my brother touch my secret places, and my brother enter
me and swell inside me. All innocent, for the sheer joy of it, my brother
caressed me, pounded me, took long runs within me, his sister. My brother
filled me; made me gush and run over. And it was my brother who screamed my
name and roared and the spoutings splashed again everywhere. And my soul
let loose through me so I clamped on him and took my brother and wrapped
about him and wrung him and my brother's scream became his sister's.

2- Afterwards, I knew that my brother, but a boy of 13, had given what a
man promises. And I, an 11 year old little girl, welcomed and received and
took and was filled and thirsted for my brother anew like a woman. The very
evil of our coupling engorged me. I found great pleasure, sweet and nasty,
perfect and profane, in its being my brother's seed warming my womb. I
wanted more!

He was lovely, standing in the bright sunlight pissing into the grass, hand
on his hip, mimicking that legendary statue of David who'd defeated
Goliath. His reddish brows arched and he wagged one finger at me, that
quirky muscle turning his dimply smile a bit crooked. And I jumped up
laughing, small plum-sized breasts a-jiggle, and flung myself round his
waist in a tackle. Caught off balance, he toppled, and we tussled on the
blanket. Soon we were kissing, long, dripping kisses as we brought all that
fresh, tousled passion to a love we believed would go on forever. And with
the reckless drive of a true boy, his slender white body covered me. So
young, his long direct cock demanded entry. I raised and lifted my thighs;
I wrapped my legs round him. My hands clutched his pretty apple-butt, his
face furrowed in agony. His lips hardened like a tragedy mask as he spurted
his semen endlessly within my pale belly.

3- And afterwards, we lay gazing wordless into the sky. Oh the weight, the
tremendous weight of him upon me. Yet I was drawn skyward, the clouds drew
me up, pulling my head, lifting my body like a wisp of straw on the easy
breeze. The clouds drifted my hair like a scarf. I dragged with my legs so
that I might remain on earth.

I chewed on a timothy stem. My kitty-pen was so sore and sticky. I
complained about it, half playfully.

"Cobby, you've battered my poor little womb so hard. I wonder if what you
want is to get all of you back inside!" And I sang from the old chants, "
'When I found the one my heart loved, I threw my arms around him and held
him tight. I would not let him go until I brought him home, into the mother
chamber, into the womb which shall conceive by him.' " (Canticles of
Cainan, 3:4)

Cobby grinned like a satyr, with his crisp red curls and slightly pointed
ears. My brother half sat up and rolled over to kiss my mound. Stretching,
I opened my thighs to him. His tongue traced across my hip to slide, with
piercing tip, down the tender skin between the outside of my labia and the
top of my thigh. Reaching the bottom of the lips he pushed the tip of his
tongue between them and upwards, parting my swollen kitty. It was sticky,
sore, reddened by constant screwing, day after long sunny day. The spermy
semen was already starting to crust and dry. I knew I must be smelly, to
say the least. After all, that was the third fuck we'd had since
lunchtime. But I also knew that my kitty-pen fascinated him whatever its
condition. He liked me dry. He liked me wet. He particularly liked me
drenched in cum. First mine by his tongue. And then his all by his own
hand.

4- Afterwards, I unwound and relaxed. I had no shame as I sprawled under
the midsummer sky. His lickings had made me float, loosened my limbs. I was
very peacefully drifting apart. I wouldn't have been surprised if my arms
and legs gently drifted away on that breath of air that shuffled the
timothy grass. I was drugged, heavy-eyed, limp with satiety.

Then, as time drifted effortlessly past us, I felt him return. He pressed
his tongue along the tiny shaft he could feel within my flesh, and then the
bud of my clitoris. My grin broke slow and easy.

"Again, Cobby?" I laughed, amazed. "You can't want to again, can you? We've
only just stopped, you animal. You are wicked."

He raised himself on his forearms and grinned at me, his white teeth
glinting in the sun.

"Maybe these need attention," he teased, gesturing at the slightly puffy
pads of my breasts.

My hard little nipples, achingly erect seemed to strain up for his
attention. Which they got. His mouth closed over the sharp pang of my
nipple. My other breast felt lonely. I shut my eyes against the light,
seeing sun flashes through my eyelids. Everything was moving towards the
frantic pounding of yet another brother-sister coupling; nothing held back,
so much to learn. Once again we tangled, sweaty, stinging. The grass was
full of tiny insects. The sun burned our bare damp skin. His neck smelled
of hair and spunk. In fact everything that didn't smell of timothy smelled
of spunk or my own juices. In our own secret place, in that harvest world,
we joined yet again. His first triumphant thrust scythed moving like a
great blade of pleasure deep up into my belly. Pleasure, pleasure and more
than pleasure -- teeth-clenching, toe-tensing bliss.

5- Afterwards, yet another afterwards, I met his eyes, his black,
fun-filled eyes, and I was lost in aching love.

Then we swore we would leave each other well alone. But we couldn't. We
wouldn't. Even when I had to bite my lip I couldn't resist him. I had a
need to be penetrated by his body only matched by his hunger to penetrate
mine.

6- And afterwards we lay in the timothy, and kissed for hours. We talked,
made up stories and read to each other.

One thing led to another and I would suck his hard, quivering penis until
his cum burst over my young breasts or in my greedy mouth. He would bury
and twist his face between my thighs as if it were an escape tunnel. But
nothing worked. For both of us the only true end of sex was the earthy,
mindless frenzy of full-tilt fucking. And as neither could restrain
ourselves from fucking yet again, I got really sore. Our brother-boy would
fuck me with his mouth open, breathing hard, nostrils flaring, watching
intently as my sister-pleasure overcame me. Then mysteriously, as we moved
towards another screaming intensity, we slacked off our frenzied pounding
and lay almost motionless, twined and inseparable, both burying our faces
in the other's neck. My sigh caught on his shoulder. We lay utterly
still. It was as if we were both just letting something happen. That final
surprise-cum-orgasm-climax was a silent thing, a slow mushroom cloud of
sensation. It dropped on both of us in the same moment, like the gentle
rain from heaven. Like mercy. We lay utterly still, and I marked the
passage of time in the gradually diminishing pulses of Cobby's body inside
mine, like the tick-tock of the Grandfather Josiah clock in our bedroom.

7- Afterwards I hugged my lover, my brother, tighter, inhaling the scent
that was him, that was us.  I could hear the beating of his heart, and far
away the hum of bees and sigh of the wind and the world. Our afternoon of
afterwards was ending. The light had changed; the timothy grass looked more
gold, less silver. We dressed ourselves, helping each other find lost bits
under the blanket, among the timothy grass stems.

In the end, my pussy only got the chance to revive when another downpour
made our field impossible, forcing us to allow nature time to do her
healing.

Hugs and kisses, PENELOPE
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<to be continued>