Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2012 13:13:24 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #21'(bi inc Bg cons)[21!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #21'(bi inc Bg cons)[21!24]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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Cob `n Pen #21

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 Bicycle Ride; Black Eyes; Letter #2
Daddy's Memoir; Grandfather Josiah's Clock

Letter #1, from JACOB
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Pike Lake Crossroads  and  Mount Forest,  September 1934

BICYCLE  RIDE

I was a man now; I'd lost my virginity!

I went back to school taller, stronger, prouder, and strutting with a
swagger in my step. I didn't announce it, since it was with my own little
sister Penny, who'd lost her cherry at the same time [Episodes #18,
#19]. But a guy shows the rightful pride and entitlement that comes from
regular screwing in the way he walks and opens his gym locker, and keeps an
eye on the girls, ...and the boys. My best pal, the handsome wrestler 16
year old Mickey, must have known. I didn't say anything, but he'd gone out
with my sister [Episode #9], and he and I had done some unbelievable stuff
together [Episode # 12].

My sister and I were barely teens, I turned 14 in August, and she would be
12 that November. Strange things occurred. Inside I was feeling very
embarrassed, with inexplicable shame and at the same time very happy from
the new feelings and pleasures that we experienced. Plus we had an
astonishing sense of sexuality that required a minimum of one orgasm a day
together. So Penny and I went after quick ones [Episode #20]. But they only
made me hunger for more, to spend long hours naked in bed with my sister,
with her great swimmer's body, with her silky skin and bouncy baby breasts
and her pliant little-girl kitty-pen. Penny always wanted more of my body
too, toned from climbing rope hundreds of times. She said my belly ridges
and biceps made her bounce higher.

One day we were riding my bicycle home from school with Penny perched on
the back.  She hugged me around the middle and slipped her hand down my
trousers. I nearly came in my pants. I pedaled off the road and we tumbled
into the tall grass near where the school kids parked their jalopies for
the swimming hole [Episode #11]. I loosened a couple of buttons on my
trousers and dug my cock out.

"Hey!" Penny cried. "We made a deal that we wouldn't take any chances."

"I know, I know, but Great Mother!  Just look at this," I replied, standing
up to reveal my very stiff erection.

Penny put the tip of her tongue between her lips, and looked up and down
the road to make sure no one was about.

"Well....  Because you are my brother...."

We were frantic for it; we leered at one another.  I tipped the bike
against a tree and jerked my head at Penny to lean over the bar. She lifted
her blue skirt and pushed her pink flowered panties down to mid
thigh. Penny, trim and fit from hours and hours of diving, bent over the
top tube of my bicycle, presenting me with that beautiful round and curvy
bum, then spread her legs wider apart for me. Her hairless kitty lips
popped out down below like a dinner roll with its buttery crease in the
middle, smooth and smelling ready.

Crouching at her rear, I held my long thin cock and I shoved at her from
behind, sliding my stiff dick into her as she cried out. Experiencing my
sister's vagina from the inside, it was warm and super tight yet very
soft. I clasped the trunk of the sapling with both hands to steady
myself. I thrust forward, hard, slamming against her, ramming my cock deep
inside my sister. Penny let out a yelp of pain. It hurt, so I went
slow. She got adjusted, and I picked up the pace. She began to get looser
and looser and started moving her hips with mine. We got into a perfect
motion, going faster and harder. She squealed as my cock battered her. Her
body began to tremble beneath me, and she began to moan. I never slowed.
Our voices rose in a crescendo of yelling and she lifted on tiptoe to take
more of me. I saw her bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut. Penny
shrieked, but the cry turned into a prolonged groan of pleasure as her
juices splashed my dick from her sweet `surprise' climax.

My head was beside hers bent over the bike, licking her neck, kissing her
ear. I arched my back and pushed in deeper, in and out, quick and hard. She
moaned again, and then screamed and tipped her hips back. Her moaning went
up a pitch and Penny went wild beneath me once more.  I couldn't hold back
after that. My cock exploded. I came in her. I went to pull my dick out,
but she told me to leave it in. I felt my cob get squeezed out by her pen,
and a few more drops of cum joined their brethren.

Suddenly a car careened by at great speed, a battered Ford rattletrap
filled with yelling kids from school. A thrown beer bottle smashed on the
road near by and terrified us both. I pulled out of Penny in the midst of
cumming the second time, splattering white seeds on her rump along with my
sweat.

We heard the calls of, "We see ya, Red!" and "Fucking perverts!"

Panicked, we rushed to get back on the bicycle and peddled up the hill to
home. When we got to our chicken coop bungalow at Old Aunt Elsa's place,
Penny was shaking. The bicycle seat had a huge wet patch on it where she
was sitting. My boy pudding had leaked out of her pussy, through her skirt
and panties. She wiped it with the tail of her shirt. She screeched at me
to never take such a risk again. Then she gasped and looked to see if
anyone was watching. She told me to close my trousers. In my haste I had
forgotten to button up. We decided there and then to keep our activities
inside our house only.

A day or so later Old Aunt Elsa called Penny and me over to the ancient
brick farm house. It smelled of dust and antiques in there. She was squat
and round, dressed all in black with an old fashioned bonnet as she opened
her arms and beamed at us in her sad, gentle, loving way. She fed us cool
milk and fresh-baked cookies.

In her wavering voice she sang the old chant: " 'Close your heart to all
but a sister's love; hold only a brother in your arms.  Love is as powerful
as death; Passion laughs at the terrors of hell.  The fire of love bursts
into flame - sweeping everything before it.  Love cannot be bought, love
cannot be sold.  Rushing waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it
away.' " (Canticles of Cainan, 8: 6,7)

Old Aunt Elsa, in her wanderings in town on her midwife and healing duties,
had heard talk and malicious gossip. They might be on to Penny and me. The
word was that the Ladies Law and Order Society had wind that a young
red-headed hooligan was seen in a most compromising position, `in blazing
offence' as they said, with a small boy on a bicycle. The town wondered,
might I be involved? Old Aunt Elsa stared hard at me. I stood bug-eyed and
silent. Then she stared at Penelope. Penny was built like a kid, having the
body of a boy, slim and hard and smooth and supple as a blade of grass. Of
course her ass was more heart shaped, her shoulders more narrow, and with
just the tiniest hint of softness from nipples pressing her white school
shirt. Even so she was easy to take for a boy; and she certainly was a
tomboy at heart.

Others said some orphan gypsy siblings had been rutting in the roadway, Old
Aunt Elsa reported. There was talk that the town men folk were getting
their black coats from their closets, putting a posse together, sharpening
their hunting knives and getting the rope out. They wanted a hanging
[Episode #4].

"It must have been two boys, not us," I lied unconvincingly, fooling no
one.

From that moment on, as Old Aunt Elsa instructed, my sister and I were to
make it obvious that we had nothing to do with each other, and in fact were
going out with other kids.

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BLACK  EYES

We took the risk of discovery seriously. The fact that we were womb mates,
room mates, and screw mates was a dark secret. We had to hide our true
dalliance as incestuous inbreds and climaxing kin. We both tried to appear
dull and normal by separately hanging around with classmates or going out
with fast kids. But I was not popular at school. Even though I was going
crazy with puberty, my first three `girlfriends' came to naught. They were
good looking enough, but just did nothing for me. It was funny how they'd
play hard to get, until they realized I was not going to `make it' with
them, and then they became predators. When that didn't work, they called me
names, `girly-boy' or `limp dud'. One thing my sister or Mickey could've
told them, I was NOT a `limp dud'.

Penny had no taste for the rough and tumble social scene she was bound for,
so she was happy to have a handsome, brawny `older man' squire her about
town. And she and my chum Mickey had a lot of fun, which made me completely
jealous. One Saturday night I got back from the movies, I'd seen "Tarzan
and His Mate" with some boys and girls from school. I was surprised to find
Penny home already and crying in the bathroom.

"Penny? Are you okay?"

"Go away Cobby.  I don't want to talk."

She held the bathroom door shut and I could hear her gasping for air.

I grilled her, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

She had been on some idiotic date with Mickey, 'Quickie Mickey' they called
him. I was flushed and furious, fuming at that retarded muscle bound hunk
who practically creamed every time he saw my sister.

"No, I was not hurt."

She didn't respond further. I couldn't concentrate since I knew my Penelope
was really upset. Even when mom set out a snack she was very quiet. I
looked over at her but she just kept her face down barely eating. The next
day at school I noticed people looking at me funny and whispering things. I
was puzzled but tried not to pay attention. In class I heard snickering and
more whispers. What in the hell was going on? I kept trying to avoid it but
all day it was the same thing.

It was not until after a work out down at the Old Drill Hall gymnasium that
I heard the rumors of what went on. They all said Mickey Sylvester was
bragging about how supposedly my sister had giving him a blow job and he
had given her a big hickey and went all the way with her. I was stunned and
outraged. I didn't know if it was true, but the fact that he was talking
about a private moment you might share with someone pissed me off. And the
fact that it was my own sister he was talking about really made me livid
and sent me into a frenzy. My mind went nuts picturing a thousand ways his
different body parts had been at my sister's.

I came out of the gym shower with just my towel on and ran over to where
Mickey was. There he stood bare-chested and pumped-up in his wrestling
shorts with a big fresh black eye from some brawl, shamelessly telling all
the details to a bunch of other wrestlers. Micky was an inch or so shorter
than me by then, but a hell of a lot more broad and muscular. He and I had
been close. Our two bodies were built like our dicks, his short and very
sturdy, mine long and very lean.  He smirked the broken-toothed grin at me
that sent all the girls atwitter, and flexed his muscles. I didn't care.

Mickey got close and sneered so only I could hear, "Well, here's the teen
Tarzan! Is he pimping for his hard-to-get sister, or does he want her for
himself?"

I wanted to rearrange his face for talking that way. Without even thinking,
I went at him and pushed his broad shoulder hard against the lockers, which
he hit with a clang. My heart pounded with anger. I wanted to beat the shit
out of that asshole.

"You goddam prick!" I muttered between clenched teeth. "Quit talking about
my sister like that!"

His eyes narrowed and all the other guys watched to see what was going to
happen next.

"Hey Jacob," he called in a loud voice, "I didn't say those words!  Okay
sure, I used them, but never about Penelope."

"Bushwa!"

Then he pushed me back hard, and I almost fell over the bench. My gymnast's
balance took over and I used the momentum to drive a real hard left at him
and hit him square on the nose.

"Aw shit!" he yelled, covering his nose which gushed blood down his chest.

I knew I was in deep trouble once I had done that. He took a wide swing at
me and punched my eye out. I went down alright, but I grabbed onto him and
we launched and wrestled together in a big sweaty bear hug. It was like
trying to hog-tie greased pigs, the two of us rolling around the locker
room floor with flailing arms and legs striving to get a purchase. I
grabbed the waistband of his shorts trying to pull him off balance but he
slithered right out of them. My own towel was long gone. There we were
grappling as nude as Greeks. We clinched in a series of attempted death
embraces with all the boys yelling. Blood was smeared between our chests
and bellies, and my face got smothered in his armpit. I could smell his
body as we pressed against each other. My thighs clamped around his head
and he could have chomped my testicles, but did not.

"You faggot!" I screamed.

"You fairy!" he roared.

Buck naked, our bodies were stuck together, his powerful, mine wiry, glued
by sweat and blood, tied together in a tangled knot of limbs, torsos,
pricks and balls. And one of us chuckled. And the other giggled. Then we
both laughed non stop, we couldn't help it. After that, all I could
remember was weird Coach Graham coming to break up the fight.

"Boys, boys," he called. "Tsk, tsk....  Two of our younger athletes, with
such fine developing bodies, at each other in front of everyone,
blood-boltered and bare assed to boot!"

I was in his office with an icepack over my swollen eye. I looked in the
mirror and my eye was completely blue and puffy. Our school was strict
about fighting and therefore suspended both me and Mickey from school for
three days. I knew I would never hear the end of it from mom, I just had to
find a way to explain it. Mickey should not have been talking that way
about my sister! I got home and I knew Penelope had heard about the fight
since the word was all over school. I was in our room sitting on my bottom
bunk with a beefsteak on my sore black eye when Penny came in.

"Cobby?  Cobby are you okay?" she asked.

I put the cold meat down so she could see my eye.

"Oh Great Cainan!  Cobby I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to get you into this
mess," she apologized.

I shrugged. "Oh don't worry about it.  That asshole may have said some
really nasty things about you.  He deserves the bloody nose I gave him. It
went with the black eye he already had."

She gasped, "You gave him a bloody nose?  Oh wow!  I would have loved to
see that!"

She smiled, talking really fast, "Now I like Mickey a lot, he's fun to be
with that's for sure," she said, rolling her eyes. "But I could sock him
when he got fresh!  See, I'm the one that gave Mickey his black eye."

I sat up fast, knocking my head against the upper bunk rail.

"Oh you poor thing." She sat close beside me and put her arm around me,
"You poor, poor thing."

I whimpered. She tenderly held me and cooed at me. Tears flowed from my one
good eye. Her dark eyes searched mine but I felt too embarrassed to look at
her.

"We were in a noisy old car he'd borrowed," Penny told her tale. "Mickey
held me closer than he needed to.  You know what I mean.  He kissed me.  He
pushed his tongue in my mouth.  I was dizzy, sort of in a fog and all from
the kisses and him being so bold and good looking and having those muscles
-- well, you get it.  I pushed him off me, which just made him smile.
You know Mickey.  And you know me.  So we wrestled a while and that's when
I slugged him."

My mouth was open. Yes I was jealous, yes I was angry. But also highly
aroused. I gave a tiny smile and she put her arms around me, running her
hands up under my blood caked white school shirt to lift it away and off. I
writhed in pain, grimacing.

"Oh Cobby, look at you.  You're thin as a reed and all black and blue."

She ran her fingers over my bruised ribs and the blood that caked my
chest. I cried out, not so much in pain, but to invite more of her tender
loving care.

"Mickey's," I slobbered about the blood, "from his busted nose."

She removed my shoes and socks and had me stand up and she loosened the
belt on my trousers and pulled them off and then tugged down my grey Camp
Cainan under shorts. Naked, I stood hunched over and sobbing quietly as she
fussed over me. Penny's hand slowly moved down my back from my shoulder to
the right cheek of my ass. She gently propelled me, my slack cob swinging
before me, across the hall, toward the bathroom door and the tub.  Our mom
was passed out on the sofa in the front room. Penny adjusted the water from
the spritzer and made me get in the shower. I winced from the cold and
sniffled from the hot and then it was just right. I huddled helpless as she
dropped her own clothes and climbed in with me. With her long black hair
and compact swimmer's body, Penny was a living wet-dream. The tears ran
from my good eye as I gave her small pecks on her lips and her face. I
nuzzled my head in her soft hair. Her eyes were filled with concern for me
and she reached up to touch my swollen eye.

"Ow!  Don't touch it.  It really hurts."

She put her slender arms around me.

"Mickey's just a cocky schoolboy," Penny went on. "And, I did not sleep
with him, or do much with him.  That's why he got so mad and had a tantrum.
I couldn't.  Without you there, I wouldn't," she said softly looking into
my eyes. "Maybe someday; the three of us...."

I kissed her forehead. "Yeah I know.  I couldn't believe it.  But just the
thought of the two of you, and not with me, got me so...."

In a high sweet voice Penny hummed and sang Zerlina's song, 'Vedrai,
Carino': " `... I have a sweet remedy that's all yours.  Natural healing,
not unappealing, and it's never found in stores.  Once you try it, you'll
not do without it.  It's a special balm, it's here within me.  To feel it
beating, touch me here and see!' "

I watched her little breasts go rapidly up and down. Her pert nipples
seemed to always be standing at attention, acting like an open invitation
to be sucked on. The hickey just above her left nipple was shockingly
purple-black. It was the exact size and shape of Mickey's mouth. I moved my
lathered hands to cup the tiny mounds on her chest, and manipulated her
little strawberry nipples in my fingers. She closed her eyes in bliss.  Her
nips got hard as I rolled them between my fingertips. I thought about what
Mickey might do if he saw what I was about. I touched the hickey
gently. Penny jumped, although it did not really hurt. Then I leaned her
back and placed my mouth over the oval shape and sucked gently on her skin.

"Cobby?" She pleaded with me. "Don't do that!  It'll make it worse."

I took my mouth off Mickey's bruise. Now there were my tooth-marks around
the edges on top of his. I proceeded to slowly and thoroughly give her an
identical one right above her other nipple.

"Cobby!" She squealed at me. "Stop that!"

But my mouth stayed right where it was and I sucked until I finally came
away and looked up at her with a huge grin on my face. The bruising had
already begun, and if anything, this one would be bigger.

"Cobby!" she whined.

I was so relieved that I kissed her as if it was the most natural thing to
do. We had sworn off forever and here I was kissing my sister. Her lips
felt so good and soft. I looked down to see Penny's small hand wrapped
around my erection, slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth along its
lenght through the slippery soap suds. I shuddered. It was too much to take
in the sight along with the intense sensation as my little sister slowly
jacked me. I came with a cry. We both caught some of my spurting semen, and
we took turns applying soapy spermy lather to our two glistening wet
bodies. I moved my sudsy hands to cup her small pubic mound in my palm and
pressed against it before dipping a slippery finger between her puffy
lips. I gently prodded her swollen nubbin back and forth. She moaned
softly, and rolled up onto her toes. Pressing the side of her face to my
chest, her small body trembled with pleasure.

"Daddy don't," she sighed. "Don't pee in me, daddy!"

The cumming distracted her, and as her shudders subsided, I bent my head to
kiss her lips. We kissed, and fondled each other a while longer, then
rinsed. What she had said about `daddy' sort of confused me till I realized
dad was the person who must have first taught my little sister. She was
mighty cute when she was pretty young, and I would not have put it past any
man in the midst of weakness. With a sudden burst of willpower or fear or
disgust, I thrust my sister away from me.

She looked at me, her face shocked, "You're just afraid of getting sent
away!"

I nodded, "Or cut and hung. Yes I am, because then we would never see each
other."

Penny sobbed, "But why?"

I sighed. "Because they don't want us having sex. It's bad."

"But why is it bad?"

I did not have an answer for that one. I did not fully comprehend the issue
of our Cainan sect's tendencies and society's taboos anyway. I got
frustrated.

"Look, it doesn't matter! Just don't cum with me anymore, okay?"

Her eyes widened, "Then promise me that someday we'll be together always."

"Shh!!" I shot a furtive glance down the hallway where mom was sleeping on
the sofa.

She crossed her arms, "Promise."

"All right!" I forced my voice down. "I promise we'll always be
together. But right now, we have to get away from each other and you can't
come back!"

Penny's face went cold, and I knew I had hurt her feelings. "Fine," she
said. "I won't."

And she gathered herself up and marched off to her side of our room. That
was the end of our affair. We were polite and helped each other with
chores, but we were no longer intimate.

It stopped as though everything were just ancient history.

Yours Truly, JACOB
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Letter #2
From PENELOPE
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Dear UNCLE DOCTOR
From PENELOPE
Shotgun cottage, Pike Lake Crossroads, November 1934

DADDY'S  MEMOIR

My big brother Cobby and I agreed we must not touch.

If we touched we would kiss, and if we kissed we would make love, and to
make love was a crime. A crime of incest. A crime of the `Eaters of Their
Own Blood', our consanguineous Cainan Faith Community. A crime in the eyes
of the local Ladies Law and Order Society and the Black Coat incest
vigilantes. They would take us out to the Hanging Tree, and after
mutilating our bodies, hang us until dead. They had done this to our
Grandfather Josiah when he was but 15, for loving his younger sister and
fathering a child on her [Episode #4]

I had just turned 12, and Coby was already 14, but we could not be
together. It made me sad and very lonely. I was alone in our shotgun
cottage, alone in our tiny bedroom, alone on my side of the old Schwann
family quilt, alone in my big green bed, far away from my brother who only
came to his side of the room to sleep. I'd searched in the closet and dug
out the Japanese `rocket art' book, actually erotic art woodblock prints. I
longed for the old times and the safe feelings and friendly touches that I
loved. The ancient pictures of delicate courtesans ecstatically taking in
the huge penises of exuberant warriors excited me, and helped me to
forget. The drawings of the small girl and the small boy monk openly and
happily copulating together, their smiling faces lit up with tears of joy,
made we weep for what my brother and I had lost. I fingered myself.

A newish envelope dropped out of the book. It was the letter to me from my
father, our dad Jesse, sent the previous spring before he was committed to
the Hamilton Inebriate Asylum. Just holding it brought on that amazing
muscle-clutching deep in my belly. This time I read it out loud in a bold,
clear voice. But I changed it. Wherever my daddy mentioned himself and had
written `I...,' I spoke instead my brother's name, `Cobby'. I wanted to
remake the past, and rather than the forbidden actions between my father
and me, I wanted to make believe it could have been between me and my
brother. So I recited the letter, saying Cobby's name in place of our
dad's.

What I did not know was that Cobby had come back into our room, and was
standing listening behind the quilt. Here is the letter as daddy wrote it:


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+From DADDY
+To my dear little otter pup, Penelope-
Parsonage, Shallow Lake, May 1933

They are coming to take me away. They have my diaries, my memoirs of being
with children -- what I often wrote when I should have been writing
sermons [Episode #1, #3]. So I will be sent away for a long time.

But this letter is for you, little one, my little Penny-pea. I want you to
have it. I want you to know how much you were loved. This is a remembrance
of one of our times, a special time together. I hope you do remember.

You were a warm and loving child, Penelope, perhaps too much so. This was
sometime in 1930, were you even 9 yet? I wasn't more than 25.  I got up
very early that one Sabbath morning, before the sun rose. Mom and Cobby
were still asleep. I went downstairs in the old parsonage to start the
fire, and you followed me. The robe I wore after our bath had seen better
days and you had only your long nightie on, having obediently left your
panties upstairs, which was our understanding so they would not show
tell-tale stains. We settled on the big soft down sofa for our time like
when you were smaller. Do you remember?

I sang the old Mother Goose roundelay, " `Ride a Cock-Horse to Banbury
Cross; To see a Fine Lady upon a White Horse.' "

Usually you perched side-saddle on my lap, but that morning you sat astride
my legs to kiss me. So forward were you!  My robe pushed open and your
nightie rode up your legs. You pressed close to me. You were such a pretty
little girl dancing on my knee -- or rather my knee was prancing up and
down to amuse the little chatter-box with the motion of a quick trot. Your
cool bum and legs sitting on my lap got me aroused very fast. So at that
point I stopped. For the little girl was not, after all, so very
little. And the healthy country life you led gave you a maturity down there
beyond your years. When I stopped bouncing you with my legs, you looked me
in the face, noticing my hesitation about continuing that particular
gymnastic exercise.

You thought awhile, and then suddenly asked, "Daddy, what's a
`Cock-Horse'?"

"A `Cock-Horse'?  Why, umh, a `Cock-Horse' is, ahh...."

 And I told you that the 'Fine Lady' was you, little Penny-pea -- and I
tapped my finger on the tip of your nose. You giggled, shifting your bare
bottom on my naked lap which only made me harder. Yes, you were the 'Fine
Lady', a Celtic Godiva goddess, destined to invite a lover to explore her
magic transforming 'pussy purse' -- and I touched your little labia,
hairless, swelling, gaping a bit as you spread your legs over mine. And the
hero, bearing a broad crest and robe of liveliest reddish purple -- and
here I pointed to my quivering erection with its plum colored glans peeping
out of the foreskin -- might plunge into her magic purse headlong like a
Cock-Horse shaking his crests.

You loved make-believe stories and you prattled on until I put a finger to
your lips. Something seemed to click inside for you, for when you felt my
finger you closed your lips around it, sucking it into your mouth like a
penny candy stick. That was when I realized there was a special synergy
between the two of us. And there you were, my little Penny-pea, smiling up
at me, sucking on my finger. Even before I finished pulling your nightie
off up over your head, I reached to cup your chin and stroke down your neck
with trembling fingers. Oh, the joy of a father's hand upon his daughter's
baby breasts.  I started kissing you. I kissed your hands and cheeks, your
shoulders, and even your feet. Finally I kissed your round bottom and
thighs. I lifted you to kiss you right there.  With your legs wide, I
rolled my finger about your tight little puffy labia, stroking your tiny
knob, your little pea-sized clitoris.

"I remember washing this when you were little," I said to you. The head of
it was smaller than the pad of my little finger."

And I slipped just the tip of my middle finger the tiniest bit into your
vagina, your magic transforming `purse'. I noticed you were breathing
faster and hugging me tight. I'm sure you had some heavenly dry heaves. I
sat you down on me again, drawing you closer, rocking you against me, your
little `kitty-pen' pulled firm against the pole of my stiff cock. It felt
so good. I watched your eyes being drawn down to what was sticking so
obviously from between my legs and yours. You were filled with healthy
youthful curiosity. You reached out and touched the top.

"It's hard, daddy," you said slowly, as you put your small hand around it.

I sighed and almost let loose from the touch. I told you how good it felt,
and how good you were for feeling it. I was harder than I could ever
remember being. My cock was sticking straight up; and with my little girl's
tiny hand around the shaft it looked gigantic. You played with it, touching
it, running your fingers over it and down through the crinkly blond hair
and about my `hen's eggs', we called them. It felt so good, I moaned with
pleasure. And you went back to sucking your thumb.

Suddenly, unbidden with neither of us touching it, there oozed a series of
slow pulses, upwelling flows of white love-lava, smooth, viscous, pearly,
seeping softly from the tip of my cock in a sluggish ejaculation, dripping
down the column, among my pubic hair, about my balls, and over your
vulva. I dabbed at it with the edge of my robe which I dropped off my
shoulders so we were both naked on the sofa.

I knew what it meant to drive what we were doing to the next level. You
could not know what to expect, and perhaps you had fear of the unknown. But
I knew what was happening. I knew that it might mean ruin for us all. And
yet, slowly, gently, I did the unthinkable. I began to make love to my
little girl.

We shifted on the sofa and I had you lie back on the cushions. Do you
remember? You fell back in a sort of trance, sucking your thumb, your head
lolled to one side, with your legs splayed wide. I moved ever so gently
over on top of you, supporting myself on hands and knees. I looked between
your legs, my daughter. I was amazed to see my own cock pushing hard along
your vulva and sliding back and forth in the slick spermy residue. Your
pussy lips swelled and split apart, cradling my big wet cock like a sausage
in a bun. I did not want to hurt you.

"Are you alright, Penelope?  It makes your Penny-pea feel really nice,
doesn't it?"  Your hips started to hump a little.  "You like this don't
you?  It's about time you smiled.  See, I knew you would like it."

 It did feel good. Every second felt better. I just pushed a little bit and
the head slipped a quarter inch inside. Of course your lips were way too
small for me to go all the way in.  Only someone who has made love to a
child's little cunt can know it is the most intense fuck of all. I gently
pushed back and forth over your squeezing pussy, Penelope. I watched my
cock twiddling your clitoris, your head rocking side to side. You
gasped. Had you felt a little jolt of pleasure that was more intense than
anything before? I saw the unmistakable expression of desire and bodily
ecstasy in my own daughter's face. Were you chirping to me? Were you
pulling me along with your soft hands?  It was good for you too! I knew I
was not just using you solely for my own selfish purposes. So I let myself
go, sliding the tip of the head back and forth a tiny bit upon your vaginal
vestibule, smoothly lubricated with the earlier semen.

 Oh my baby girl! If I fathered offspring upon you someday, would you watch
me play with our children this way? That was the notion that did it. I was
so excited. I intended to pull away, but I never had time to finish my
thought. My cock surged anew. My legs trembled and my arms almost would not
bear my weight. An explosive release; I erupted on top of you, my daughter,
filling the cup of your small opening with more of daddy's chalky chunky
love juice. It was the most amazing feeling of my life, your little body
underneath me, your hips swiveling, my pushing across you. There was a lot;
even if I was not truly inside you, my daughter.

Shocked, you asked, "Are you peeing in me, daddy?"

I couldn't move after I had finished, the feeling was so incredible. I
nuzzled you all over and explained it was just my 'love juice' that showed
how much I loved you. You sucked your thumb. So, no cry of horror from
Lot's daughter that day! I held you in my arms and kissed you. Yet I did
think of the possible consequences of what I had done.

"Mmm, baby, I'm so sorry.  I just couldn't help myself."

I could not believe that I had nearly ravished my own daughter. I felt
bad. You were just a child. Adorable, certainly. But still a youngster, a
schoolgirl, and I had led you on, flattered by your attention, your soft
skin beneath your nightie, your scent, your taste. I was ashamed and
scared. If Magdalena your mother and Jacob your brother were ever to find
out they would put me away, and no one would blame them. I knelt beside the
couch and lay my head on your lap.

"Penny-pea, we shall keep this our secret."

And you nodded with your little grin, sucking your thumb.
Love, daddy.
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GRANDFATHER  JOSIAH'S  CLOCK

So I read daddy's memoir out loud through my tears. What had I done? His
touching me, caressing me, shoving me.... I started to rub myself as I lay
there reading. It felt almost as good as my primitive memory of when daddy
touched me there. My body twitched. Great Mother!  As I read I kept crying
out my brother's name in place of daddy's, just whispering, "Oh Cobby,
Cobby, Cobby," over and over, wishing it had been him. I yearned to relive
it right, the way I wanted to. I also started to get wet, imagining it were
Cobby. I rubbed harder and faster and started to feel the little jolts of
delight again. That made it easier to remember what I and my dad had done,
and now I wanted to feel Cobby there with me. All the physical sensations
from when I was so young were right there again, richer, fuller. When my
`surprise' climax came I was undone. I tried to get my breath back, and I
just stayed still a moment.  And then within a split second I realized, no
matter how dizzy I felt or even how blurred my vision was, there was no
mistaking that there was a boy standing by my bed.

There Cobby was in his chore clothes and bare foot so I did not hear him
come in. He stood bright red as though strangling and fighting for air.  I
stayed silent. He came and sat down stiffly on the mattress, smelling of
the earth and hay and cows, staring into my eyes. His face was intense yet
he started rubbing my tummy softly through my shirt. Instantly my kitty-pen
tingled again. I couldn't believe it, how could I still feel those taboo
sick feelings about my brother when we had promised we were `done' with all
that?

My brother spoke, "I can't understand what's happening to me.  I've missed
you, I've thought about you a lot.  But you're a child and my little
sister, way off limits.  I know that's a letter from dad.  I can see his
spidery scrawl.  The thought of someone else at you, Penny....  It makes my
blood boil.  Particularly when you turn him into me!  Damn! You can't say
my name pretending it was me back then.  You can't do this stuff, Penny."

My face was burning. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I hated myself
and I thought I was a sick little girl. He hand dropped a tiny bit lower on
my stomach as I tried so hard to ignore the feelings that were deep in my
gut. At the same time I worried that he might think of me as damaged goods
and undesirable. But before I even had a chance to question why I cared
about that, I started telling my brother about our dad.

"It was so long ago," I spoke in a trance.  "I thought he was peeing in me.
I was so little.  He was so big, so handsome and blond, so caring and
gentle and muscular.  I remember the strong man's arms catching me, saving
me.  I loved him and wanted him to be happy; he had to live with our mom
after all.  And holding him made me feel pleased with pleasing him.  He
taught me, Cobby.  I felt like a mommy to him.  My slight sway over him
made him helpless; made me feel the master of him, of all such boys and
their `man-cocks'.  He did not mean to hurt me.  The way you put the stuff
in me Cobby, feels a lot better than the way daddy ever did it.  He would
put his big penis against my little kitty-pen and try to shoot the stuff
inside.  Some of it got inside, but most of it made a mess in my crack.  I
hate messes.  Not like yours.  I like yours.  I love yours."

I was confused and scattered. But I wanted my brother to know. His fingers
trembled and clenched on my belly. He was so wound up and tight I thought
he might explode. He got up and stomped across the room.

"Well," his voice shook.  "What would I do if I had been him?  If I had
been our dad?  You were mighty cute when you were little.  You lay on your
belly, your small bum two mounds of fresh innocent flesh.  Every cock has a
mind of its own, I know that now.  I would not put it past any man...."

Cobby reached to cup his groin and rubbed it with his hand. He turned his
back to me. He was 14 now and I noticed the spread of his shoulders and how
well he moved for a tall boy. He stood before the old Grandfather Josiah
wall clock. It had been passed from much earlier times to our Grandfather
Josiah, a first child, at the birth of Jesse, his first child. It would
pass to Cobby, our Jacob, the first child of our father. Someday it would
go to Cobby's first child. The clock did not judge us; it simply watched
and marked the passing time: tick-tock..., tick-tock..., tick-tock.... Why
did Cobby look so angry?

"Penny, you can't be that child anymore!"  He was shouting.  "We're not
little kids just doing make believe.  You have always had this dumb
obsession with me.  You are just a child.  Barely 12 years old.  We cannot
do this, we cannot be lovers.  It will be death for both of us!"

I was crying now and I had never, ever felt so mad in all of my life.

He then said, "Penny, you can't keep saying `Cobby' and pretend it had been
me.  You can't go around saying my name for his."

I laughed to be cruel and snarled, "I shouldn't have said `Cobby'.  I meant
to say `daddy'!  Daddy!"

"Oh, the child fucker?" he yelled back. "How many children would you watch
him plow?  Fuck, if we had kids, Penny, would you let him fuck them all?"

"Actually, what daddy did felt really good.  I liked it.  I wanted it.  I
still want him now," I was out of control, screaming at him.

He replied reasonably, "Please, he's a nut case.  He belongs in the asylum.
I bet what he did hurt you more than anything."

"No it didn't!  It felt good and he made me cum!  It felt good!"

I was in a total rage now and I was standing up. As if lightning went
through him, Cobby shook and grabbed the Grandfather Josiah clock off the
wall. He stared at the old timepiece, then threw it down. It smashed. Glass
and wood and clock hands and wheels and springs and gongs flew across the
room and scattered over the floor.

"Oh!" my brother shouted.  "He made you cum like we did!  We can't do it
ever again, Penny!  We are brother and sister!  When you say my name like
we're gonna do it again, you are screwed up!"

"I am not a child any more!" I screached at him.  "Get out!"  He
laughed. With that I ran over to him and started hitting him on his chest
and I was crying, "I hate you!  I hate you!"

He held my arms up, pulling me towards him and kissed me so hard. My mind
went into shock, and even if our mom had walked in I would not have been
able to stop. He threw me onto my big green bed and stopped for a second
leaning over me. He gazed at me longingly. His gaze was like sunshine on my
skin, warm, deep and tingling.

"What am I doing?" he asked.  "What the hell am I doing?"  Tears ran down
his face.  "Penelope stop me, please, tell me to stop."

With that I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him towards me, I
instantly felt his hard cob through our clothes hit against my hot, wet and
very tight kitty-pen. He groaned out loud.

"Why are you doing this to me?"  he moaned.

I was crying, "Because I love you."

I clenched him hard with my legs, and he saw my work shirt riding up above
my belly button. He rubbed his hand over the bare skin of my tummy and then
ripped my shirt off. I saw him stare at my small, firm breasts. He suddenly
stuck his hand behind my back and pulled me to him. He took one nipple in
his mouth and I felt his cock grow even bigger. I was clutching at his wild
red curly hair and pulling his shirt tails up. My pussy was now aching so
much it almost hurt. I needed him more than I needed air. I was only
wearing my pink flowered panties at this point. He stood barefoot between
my legs and pulled off his shirt. He methodically loosed his belt and
unbuttoned his trousers and stepped of them. He clutched at his grey Camp
Cainan boxer shorts, dropped them to the floor, and stamped his feet
angrily on them, ripping the fabric. Oh Great Mother, he looked so wound up
and strong! He was naked, rigid, gritting his teeth, white freckly skin,
red hair bursting from his head and underarms and crotch, standing taut,
muscles strained like cables ready to snap. He stared at me and breathed
very hard like he was choking. He leaned in and started kissing my body
again. He tore my pink panies aside, tearing them, leaving me bare.  He ran
a finger down to my clitoris and my whole body shook. I could actually feel
his hand shaking. Then he got to my hot vagina and hesitated.

I said, "Oh Great Mother, Cobby.  Yes, please.  Yes...."

And with that he pushed his middle finger into my tight pen tunnel. I cried
out. He started fingering me harder and harder. I can't tell you how I
felt. I tried to grab his long slim cock. It was so hard the head wasn't
even spongy like usual.  He dick head kept flaring up larger than the shaft
and his whole dick seemed to swell thicker. He slapped my hand away. He
started kissing down my stomach and then he got to the top of my mons. I
felt his tongue press hard onto my nubbin, my Penny-pea.

He snorted, " `Penny-pea', dad called it.  The bastard.  So this is
`Penny-pea'!"

He licked me up and down as I pushed his head into my kitty as hard as I
could. I looked down and I could see his face, my brother's. I focused on
what was happening. My brother's tongue was buried in me and in a split
second my whole body started to tremble. I could not see or understand
anything. My eyes started streaming and I grabbed onto his hair with all my
might as my brother forced me to explode all over his face. I didn't stop
crying out even when my surprise subsided. I lay there on my bed with my
eyes tight shut in a shaky state.

As I was trying to get my breath back, still feeling very fragile, I felt
something pointy and hard press against the hole of my kitty. I barely
looked up before I felt a pain go through my body and I cried out. My
reflex reaction was to push him away, or try to. He was so pumped up you
see, like a muscular hornbeam sapling.  He didn't budge. I could feel my
vagina ripping slightly and it hurt. He pushed my legs apart and opened up
my pussy. With another big push he filled me up with all of his cock. I
gasped. It really hurt.

I whispered, "Cobby, your penis is hurting me, please slow down."  I was on
the verge of tears.  "Please, please, please...."

To be honest, I don't even think he heard me. He pushed my legs even
further back and screwed my tight pussy until he could not possibly push
himself into my body any further.

Then I heard him saying, very quietly through his tears, "I'm sorry.  Great
Cainan, please forgive me for this, I'm sorry.  Penny, I'm so sorry.  I'm
sorry, Penny."

I'm afraid to say that for some twisted reason, hearing him sound so
guilty, so confused, so powerless, so lost, so alone -- it excited me. A
wave of warmth went over me and I instantly felt the walls of my kitty get
wetter.

"Shh, shh," I soothed him, while his hips moved in gentle circles, staying
fully embedded inside me.

He reached in to rub my clitoris with his thumb. My vocal responses went up
a volume and my hips began to thrust up and down. His hand slid behind my
head and dragged me to his mouth.  My mouth opened to receive his tongue.
He rubbed his lips against mine as his tongue explored my mouth.  Pulling
back he locked eyes with me. I grabbed his bare ass and drew him into
me. He was crying out and screwing me so hard I thought I might break in
two. It still hurt but it all started to feel good, very good. My brother's
being in me became good 'koont', a good 'phook' as our cousins Steven and
Susie called it [Episode #5]. Then I pushed my hips up towards him and I
screamed out. My soul dissolved in my body, bitter into sweet, breaking
apart in a long continuous surprise-orgasm. Right then he grabbed onto my
hair and pulled down and rammed his cock into me one last time and he let
out an almost painful sound.

He couldn't stop saying, "Great Mother....  Great Mother....  Great
Mother...."

I felt him jerk and hot cum flowed out from my pussy around his shaft. My
brother's cum. I couldn't believe it.  We lay there together on my big
green bed for a very long time. We stared at the broken bits of the
Grandfather Josiah clock, silently wondering if Uncle Doctor, an amateur
watchmaker, could ever repair it.

"I am so alone," we babbled to each other.

we garbled about being alone. We prattled on about each one of us having
such fear of finding another like us, and such desire to find one.  Of
being afraid of the other knowing and understanding.  Terrified of the
other accepting and breaking into our own isolated, private world.  Of
being seen, really seen, and having to share our lonely fortress with
another who sees.

When my brother Jacob slipped out of me, he looked at me and said, "I love
you."

I sang and I laughed. I loved my brother. I found the world without him
suddenly too small. I was ready to go forth into the world with my brother,
to skirmishes, and battles to the death, and martyrdom.

We would have to run, but not from each other, we would run together.

Hugs and kisses, PENELOPE
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<to be continued>