Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2012 11:34:12 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #22'(bi inc gB cons)[22!24]

'Cob 'n Pen #22'(bi inc gB cons)[22!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
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Cob `n Pen #22

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: 11PM Spring skinny dip; 12AM Green Grotto,
doggy-style

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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Swimming Hole near the Hanging Tree, Saturday night, May 18 – 19, 1935

11PM SPRING SKINNY DIP

"G'way. Cut it out Penny."

My kid sister shook me awake. It was plenty hot for a spring night, having
been unseasonably warm for two weeks. Our chicken coop bungalow was
stifling and the bed clothes stuck to my body.

"The moon is full, silly," she said. "It'll be bright as day. Let's skinny
dip now!"

She hauled on my leg, tugging me out of my bunk until I fell on the
floor. My kid sister was short for a 12 year old; she didn't come up to my
armpit, the little squirt. But she'd earned strength as the girls swim team
mascot. I was tall for being 14 and stringy-strong from climbing rope in
gymnastics, with my wild red hair and dumb dimples. Yet even when rousted
out of bed, Penny made me feel glad to be alive. Moon light flooded through
the single window between our beds. The many mirrors reflected things
either glowing bright grey or lost in black gloom.  She was pulling on her
faded shorts and a work shirt that showed those tiny breasts with the dark
nipples, bouncing.

"Okay, okay...."

"We gotta get there early," she said, making no sense. "So get your cute
ass a move-on."

"Shut up," I said. "You're the one with the sweet ass."

I spoke truly since I was so keen on her round and curvy butt [Episode
#11]. I stood with my back to her in the cramped bedroom and dropped my pj
bottoms while I stretched and yawned. I knew she was watching my backside
lit by the moonlight. I pulled on a shirt with missing buttons and snugged
into my cut off jeans. I heard her breath catch.

"Not the only one," she sighed.

She grabbed my ass.  I jumped and turned around, and pulled her closer.

"It is just oh-so-grabbable, Cobby.  So I grabbed it.  I had to."

Without thought I started kissing her again, running my hands down her body
to lightly grasp her breasts, and kissing her neck.

"Oh...," she sighed.  "My knees are collapsing.  It feels so great.  I
don't want you to stop."

Exciting her excited me. But I had to stop. Even after what we had been
through together [Episodes #18, #19, #20], we were still a bit formal as
brother and sister. You know, decent. I followed her past mom's sleeping
place. Mom was away for two days pulling double duty at the clinic, but our
pup Patches was curled up on her bed. I told Patches to stay. Penny,
sporting one of Cousin Max's colossal old Turkish towels about her
shoulders, beckoned me through the door and onto the porch. It was bright
out, the light luminous enough to diminish the stars, the shadows crisp and
black. The big white moon dominated the sky. The only sounds were the
spring peepers in the marsh and the breeze in the new leaves. Hand in hand
Penny and I made our way barefoot down through the cow pasture and meadow
toward the swimming hole. We ran in the lit parts and crept through the
shadows, telling each other stories of fairies and bogeymen.

"Goblins," I said.

"Nymphs and satyrs," said Penny.

We went through the stubble of the hay field where the two of us had played
at love-making amid the timothy grass the previous summer [Episode
#20]. But that was past. We had to be chaste now so the local Black Coat
incest vigilantes would quit spreading stories about us [Episode #21]. More
screwing would get us dead. That is what happened to our own grandfather
Josiah Schwann as a young man. He was a true member of the Cainan Faith
Community whose practice of consanguinity led to so much persecution over
the years. In Josiah's case, he knew his sister in the biblical sense and
got her with child. So they strung him up, castrated and burned him dead at
the Hanging Tree down by the old stone mill near our swimming hole. He was
15 [Episode #4].

I kept glancing around as though there might be someone there. I did not
want to get jailed with my sister and end up butchered and lynched. Sister
and brother; Penny 12, I 14. Great Mother! I did not know yet that the kids
from high school planned on going down to the swimming hole later that
night for a midnight bonfire. If I had known that I would not have gone. I
swear it. I was too afraid of being caught shagging my sister to risk
getting cut and strung up by the Black Coats.

But my little sister was not to be denied her `rites of spring'
revels. Somehow, down there in the warm woods with the moonlight along the
path by the abandoned railroad bed, the rules seemed looser. Penny's
fingers rubbed the inside of my arm. My cobbles lifted and I tinkled at the
contact with her flesh. We went along the headwaters of the South Saugeen
River to the fine sand beach at the edge of the swimming hole, not far from
the giant pine known as the Hanging Tree. The Hanging Tree stood at an old
forgotten crossroads, hulking there like a dolmen stone where the broken
bones of slaughtered sinners lay mouldering. No sound but the wind.

The foliage looked brilliant grey in the moonlight, and the water glittered
silver under the warm spring wind. I reached out to ruffle her long black
hair, and trailed a finger down over her forehead to that nose of
hers. Penny's tongue barely came up to my rib cage, and she licked at my
skin between the gaps of my open shirt. I shivered and my dick shifted. My
sister took my hand and made me pat her tits through her shirt, and touch
her skin where it showed just at her waist. My hand slipped inside her
shorts, moving over the warmer skin until my fingertip dug into her
swelling slit and I stroked back and forth over her nubbin just a
little. She shuddered and sucked in a sharp breath. I did not want to hurt
her, but she stood there, watching me expectantly, tugging her shirt over
her head and all the way off, looking up at me with those eyes, those
ox-eyed doe-eyes, her little breasts just waiting.

Suddenly shy, I turned away from her, but dragged off my own shirt and
jeans. My cock slapped against my groin, throbbing and leaking. I could
hear her gulp in the still night; her eyes wide as she stared at my
nakedness in the moon light.  We had been intimate repeatedly over the
months so we'd gotten to watch each other's bodies change and grow. It was
not that my build was something to be super proud of, lank and narrow and
angular as it was, skinny maybe, but tall and strong and I liked it. And my
prick was long and thin like me. And where she had been a short pudgy
child, with all her swim team practice she now had such a slim waist and
suggestive thighs and that round and curvy butt....  There was something
about Penelope that night which just made my sap run.

I grabbed at her shorts to wrench them down and off her dancing feet. She
squealed in delight at being as bare as me. On tiptoe, Penny turned and
tossed our shorts and shirts one at a time high up on a hickory limb. I was
entranced and watched as her form twirled and stretched in the
moonlight. Here was a child emerging as a woman. Oh how I wanted her. She
stepped into the water up to her calves, and then glided like an otter pup
below the surface barely breaking the image of the moon into circles. I
splashed in after her, loose boned and dumb as a puppy. Swimming under the
warmish water to where Penny was floating, I surfaced along side of her,
seeking the silkiness of her flesh against mine in the stream. The moon
light splintered all about us through the leaves overhead. We were dripping
and glistening. She rubbed a hand over my chest, smiling, and put her arms
up around me. Even though I had determined to avoid violating community
rules and standards, my resolve cooled as my passions boiled.

"Oh Penny," I started to protest weakly.  "Others may come...."  She kissed
me and I pulled away.  "Not here, Penny.  No.  We shouldn't."  Now it was
me bending to kiss her.  "Mmm..."

I gave up even trying to contain myself. I pulled her wet supple body tight
to mine and kissed her as hard as I could. My sister was a natural
kisser. Her tongue felt good as it slid over mine. She broke away and
playfully grabbed my cock so tight it hurt. Then she ducked under the water
and darted downstream, her slight undulating back and buttocks and legs
returning the moon's light. She stood in the shallows, the water just up to
the tops of her thighs, facing me with the moon reflecting on her, white
above and white on the water surface. She flicked her long wet hair behind
her, standing before me with one arm over her breasts and the other cupping
her groin, like a statue of a child goddess. Upstream from her I stood a
bit further out, the water just lapping my ball sack like moist lips
tickling me.  The reflected moon beams seemed to ride the current,
emanating from me down to her. Then I saw that she was staring at me in the
night.

"Ooh Cobby, I see you."

I must've looked like a pale red-topped pole stuck out of the water; like a
towering red-headed penis.

"You're so young and so clear in the moonlight, your body, your fine head
and wild red hair, your smile. Your smile, even at night, it's dazzling."

The bright light was full on her fledgling feminine form. Her mouth was
open.  Her teeth beamed iridescent and white.

"You too," I struggled to speak.

She was so sweet. With one arm she massaged her nipples, with the other she
held her vulva and rubbed her fingers up inside. My cock stuck out over the
water and I did some stroking of my own. It is true that what we had done
with each other over the past year could no longer be called `mistakes' or
`playing doctor' or `experiments'.  We were brother and sister acting like
we were stuck on each other, playing lovers, too young of course, reluctant
on my part perhaps, and I guess on hers in a way. By reluctant I meant I
did not want us to die at the hands of the incest vigilantes or
anything. The bottom line was that at all costs we must not get caught. So
making indirect love at a distance from each other, like masturbating a few
yards away in the water, made sense.

Over the shushing sound of the stream and peepers I heard the force of her
breath, or was it mine? I saw her sway over the water, fingering herself,
the current in eddies about her thighs. I felt giddy as my rapid hand slid
the foreskin along my prick and prepuce sending pre-shocks into my bowels
and over my body. I settled my feet farther apart in the water so I would
not lose balance, gritting my teeth and hissing my breath. Penny suddenly
rose up a bit as though standing tip toe on the sandy bottom and shook and
cried out and then seemed to settle more at ease with a growing smile sent
toward me. I grunted again as my boy pudding shot out onto the water in
long thick strings.

"Ngh-ah!  Oh..., oh Penelope.  Ngh-ah!"

My ropes of jism rested blatantly on the surface, turned into silver
strands by the light of the moon on the rippling water. They rode the
current toward Penny. She stood smiling contentedly down stream, her eyes
looking me over again from top down, and continued as she tracked my silver
semen coming at her. She shifted, crouched the tiniest bit, and spread her
legs slightly so that her smooth pale hairless kitty lips opened half in
the water. My jettisoned cum shots, magnified in the moon light, drifted to
her and seemed to be swallowed into her.

I crossed the pool in a couple of splashing strokes and swam about her
body, touching it and going by. I slid over her again, and dove down to
pass between her legs. We sputtered and giggled. Dripping, shining,
laughing, the warmth of our chafing set us on fire in the stream. I was
excited.  I swam with my cock hard. Then she moved away again and I had to
swim to catch her. She and I stood alone together in the shallows of the
swimming hole, the water up to my waist, up to below her breasts.

"There it is," she gazed at the thin red flesh of my cock just below the
surface of the water. "It's like a trout. I love the flutter and pulse of
it."

Penny touched it and started rubbing it.

"Ooh, it's stretched tight!"

I nodded because I couldn't speak. I was too excited, too needy, too
wanting. My hands searched her, caressing her little girl's body
everywhere, her slippery skin, her giving butt, her soft breasts, her
extended neck. She brought herself against me. I crouched to cover her
mouth with mine and kissed her. Pushing her toward shallower waters, I
kissed down her breasts and onto her abdomen and ducked under to lick her
kitty-pen.

"No.  It's not your mouth I want.  Oh Jacob, don't look at me like that.
No.  I want you inside.  Here, now."

She pressed her hand firmly into her tummy still under the water, over
those innards, and I was filled by an ache so sweetly painful that for an
instant I stopped breathing.

"Oh, let's do it, Cobby," she said.  "Right here, now."

She led me now deeper into the pool.

"Penny....  We can't.  Others might see...."

"They can't see! Don't you get it? If we stay under the water you can be in
me and they'd never know."

I was tempted, of course, but the child did not understand the
danger. Penny took my hand and pulled it under water to between her legs. I
instantly started rubbing her. I slid a finger into her vagina and found
that she was slick already up inside. She grabbed my cock again and started
pulling on it making the water splash. I knew we must not. It was way too
dangerous.

Ever the boss, my little sister ordered, "Put your hands under my bottom."

Even as I tried to talk myself into stopping, I was picking her up
face-to-face half way out of the water.  I clumsily arranged my body the
way she wanted it, hooking my arms beneath her as she wrapped her legs
around me. Penny clamped herself to me like a leach, my penis sandwiched
between my belly and her groin.

She gazed down between us, "Look how tiny my pen is compared to that thing
of yours, your cob.  `My corncob' I call it."  She wriggled in my arms,
"I'm thinking of how my insides will be stretched by stuffing your long
thing and all its cum far up into my belly.  Ooh!"

With one hand on my shoulder, Penny guided my stretched erection down there
between her legs.

"Mmmh, please, Cobby."

I teased her for a minute, just rubbing my penis over the glossy folds of
her little kitty-pen. The stiffness and heat excited her.

"I promise I'll only go in halfway," I assured her. "And then pull right
out."

"Yes, Cobby."

I let her take me in. Lifting herself with one arm around my neck, she
worked my cock until just the tip slipped into her. I was on fire with the
warmth of her.  And then she grabbed the globes of my butt and pulled,
impaling herself on me. I did not mean to go so far in.

"Whoops, sorry."

"Yes, Cobby."

I struggled with her naked hips and ass in order to push her off my
cock. But instead I was pulling her on again.

"Oh, Penny!" I shimmied inside her.

It was always tighter in her than I remembered. How I loved being desired
and taken in and treated to those shocks charging about my body as a gift
from hers. She pressed her face into the wet skin at the base of my neck,
licking me there with her tongue.

"Yum...  I don't know what it is," she sighed, as though lost in a romantic
novel.  "Fresh taste of sister and brother bodies?  Rising smell of young
kids' hot desire?"

She looked really happy having a good time. She hugged me with her body and
stroked the skin of my shoulders and ribs and down my back, making all my
muscles shiver.

"You are all hard little nipples and tight, wet little kitty," I whispered,
bending to suck her breasts. "Oh, oh... Oh, Penelope!" I panted.

I kissed her, feeling love on her lips. As I pressed in we looked down in
the water and watched the rounded head of my dick cleave her kitty lips. As
I drew back her juices drifted off of me. Even as we watched, she quivered
and creamed for me, oozing with the excitement of her `surprise'.

"Ah huh Cobby.  Oh-h-h.  Yes, yes, yes..."

She watched me push into her once more under water, my arms jacking her
legs higher to position her for my thrusts, my flesh merging with
hers. Here we were, brother and sister screwing in the chest high waters of
the swimming hole, just a mile or so down the meadow from our place at Old
Aunt Elsa's, in the moonlight on a spring night. Why wouldn't other randy
kids be rutting in the area? With her arms around my shoulders and her legs
riding my hips, I plowed into her hard with sprays of wet, slapping sex and
water churning around us. The splashes of water startled her perhaps,
tensing her, and she tightened around me, making me moan.

I intended to pull out of her when it was time to drop my load, having a
distorted belief that if I did not cum in her, then I was not really
fucking my sister, was I?  I pulled back a bit, fighting her gently, at
last loosing control to her when another climax spilled through her and she
lifted in quick endless pleasure. My sister's sheath tightened around my
cock, and I rode her with short jarring thrusts. She slowed me, milking me,
until my body tightened as if to climb into her and I went over the edge. I
let go.

"Oh no, Pen.  No, no....  Yes.  Oh yes...!"

My orgasm was no mere sneeze, it was as if a dam holding back roaring
waters suddenly burst from me within her. I felt like I was draining my
life into my sister. Her vagina contracted around my erect penis in greedy
acceptance as her orgasm-surprise overtook her once more. I did not want
this moment to end yet I was finishing full inside her before I even knew I
had started. I loved that feeling of cumming inside my very own sister,
because she was my sister, she was family. I loved that it felt so wrong
and felt so right. She was no where near having her first bloody-monthly
period and it felt safe and delicious and dangerous all at once. We held
eye contact.

"Oh yes, Penny.  Oh yes."

My little sis gave me that look of really liking the wanton feelings of me
cumming inside that tight kitty of hers.

"I feel the twitch of you inside me; a sea crashing and subsiding...; your
spunk spilling, sweet and thick...."

I fought to get my breath back. Penny clinched involuntarily then finally
sighed, resting there in my arms, sated, spent, boneless. We were utterly
still, time marked by the gradually diminishing pulses of my body inside
hers. I heard the beating of her heart and the faraway, indistinct rustle
of leaves and sigh of the wind and an owl calling. I hugged my one and
only, my sister, tighter, inhaling that scent of her, of us. I was still
very excited and my cock was only slowly getting soft. I was torn between
wanting her more and wanting us to be safe, which meant not having her
again. Penny seemed very done. Her arms slackened and she slid loose from
me onto the water floating on her back, circling about the swimming hole.

I barely heard her murmur that old nursery rhyme: "Ride a cock-horse to
Banbury Cross, to see a fine lady upon a white horse...."

I pulled out of the water into the balmy night air, and stretched on my
back on the warm sand in the moonlight. Penny crept further down the path
into the grasses to pee. I lay back with the moon glow on my closed
eyelids, my body still tingling and letting go as little jolts of joy ran
through me. My whole body was in a smile, centered somehow between my ass
hole and the tip of my prick, quivers moving down my thighs and feet and
toes, and up my belly and chest and arms, through my head to my lips and
the roots of my hair.

"Wow...," was all I could murmur, another zinger shooting through my body.

It was then that I noticed the car horns from out where the path met the
road, and heard the laughter. I figured it must be high school kids heading
along for a midnight swim, drunk most likely. Close by I heard a familiar
voice calling my name, and deep in my gut strange muscles clenched
pleasurably.

"Howdy-hoo!  Why it's Jacob!  Sexy slim!  `Slim as a sword, lithe and
fit...'," he quoted from somewhere.  "Haloo?  Jacob?  Penelope?"

It was my older cousin Steven's melodic voice. Unable to move, I arched my
head back to look upside down in his direction.  Steven was a beautiful 20
year old. He seemed taller than when I'd first been with him [Episode #5],
wide of shoulder and narrow of waist, with strong jaws. I'd never seen
another youth with such wonderful eyes. His hair was wild, thick and the
glossy color of waxed chestnuts. He was the kept boy of a bank executive in
Toronto, and was getting into the movie business.

Steven was with our cousin, his half-sister Susie, 18. Like movie stars the
two of them ran toward the water by the light of the full moon, cackling
wickedly, holding a kerosene storm lantern and a small picnic hamper
between them. They had Sunday-best clothes on, rumpled, as though they had
just thrown them on again in a hurry inside a car; pants that had been
pressed not long ago and a white dress shirt for him, and a rumpled yellow
sundress for her with a big floppy hat that was askew. The evening breeze
whipped up Susie's dress, confirming that there was nothing underneath and
she applied herself to loosening what she did have on. Suzie danced
voluptuously about as she shook her auburn hair loose over her shoulders
sliding out of her dress, her incredible breasts swaying with uplifted
nipples, and her generous hips surrounding a triangle of brown fleece. She
looked a naked nymph and siren for sure; a real hot gorgeous tomato!

"Why hello handsome," she called to me.

She sashayed my way and stroked her big toe along my bare thigh and
slithered into the waters of the swimming hole. Steven murmured a note of
caution to his half-sister.

"No," she stamped a foot. "I want you now Steven, this very night. And I
must warn you, I mean to scream when you love me. I am going to scream so
loud they'll hear me in town."

Steven flipped his shoes in the air, showing his bare feet. His once ironed
shirt was all unbuttoned and was flung aside to reveal that slender
magnificently muscled chest with its thatch of brown hair and his hard
belly. He kicked off his trousers uncovering his sturdy thighs, sculpted
bottom, tremendous balls and his immense erection poking up as long as an
icicle. A flag could have been raised on it. He stood nude at my head,
grinning down at my dripping naked form in the moonlight.

"Ooh, I like what I see! Lying there naked, looking at you with the moon
light glistening off of your chest from being wet, it excites me!"

Taut and powerful, his handsome face sported a new matinee-idol
moustache. Just seeing him brought me joy and made me laugh. He blew me a
kiss and waded into the water. I was hot to watch the two of them go at
it. But then some other kids lit a big bonfire over near the Hanging
Tree. I figured out that high school revelers were on their way.

I winked and gave Steven a salute, "You two have fun with each other!  We
gotta go."

And I twisted up to skedaddle away down the path after Penny.


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12AM  GREEN  GROTTO,  DOGGY-STYLE

And laughing and still shimmering from shagging, I pursued my sister in the
moonlight. We ran all bare further along the rail bed path so as not to be
seen at the swimming hole. I splashed across the stream at the old ford and
fell sideways in the sand giggling in spite of myself, the grains covering
my nakedness like a coat of ash. I bounded to my feet again, whitish in the
near darkness, the red of my head and groin turned copper-grey in the moon
beams.  My kid sister Penny's pale nude form scurried ahead of me like a
white rabbit among the bushes and grasses, waving our huge towel as a
banner.

"Come on!" she panted.

Aroused and scared, I charged on all the way to the ruins of the old stone
mill and lost her along the path.  Where was she?  Then she was behind me,
grabbing my hand and pulling me back. In the pale light her long black hair
spilled in front of her shoulders and framed her glowing face and young
breasts.

"In here, silly!" she panted.  "Don't you remember?"

Like rabbits down a hole we dove under a stone arch of the old mill onto
dry leaves and warm sand.

"How'd you find it?" I whispered.

Hand in hand, Penny and I crawled all naked into the secret Green Grotto of
our childhood where we had first touched each other when I was about 10 and
she 7 [Episode #4]. The light of the immense full moon spattered down among
the pines over head, shining on us through gaps. I could just make out
faint stars at the horizon amid the foliage. Our Green Grotto, formed by
wrecked stone walls and the tall evergreens and one muscular hornbeam tree,
must have been haunted by the ghosts of those who had gone before.

Penny began an ancient chant of Old Aunt Elsa's, " `Take me with you.
Let's run away.  Where shall we lie down at noon or midnight?  Look at you!
You are handsome, my beloved brother, so pleasing to me!  The
leaf-scattered ground will be our couch, our luxuriant bed of green.  The
cedars will be the walls of our house.  The firs and cypress will be our
rafters.' " (Canticles of Cainan, 1: 4, 7, 16-17.)

The space was nearly high enough to stand and about the size of our little
shared bedroom. Plenty! Pressed side by side, Penny on her haunches and I
cross-legged, we stared panting at each other, getting our breath and
grinning, our teeth white in the moonlight. Through the trees we saw the
light of the big bonfire in the distance by the swimming hole. There was
laughter, and many shadowy forms crossed in front of it. We heard feet on
the path across the stream, and the stomp of a pursuer. A shriek and giggle
and excited voices told of a capture. Soon a quick crescendo of mirth and
grunts and repeating cries spoke of ravishment in the forest. Didn't that
sound like Cousin Steven's voice? And wasn't that his half-sister Pin-up
Suzie's laugh? True to her word she screamed.

"Steven," the girl moaned. "Oh Steven, Steven, sweet Steven, oh oh
oh. There, Steven, there. That's where you belong...."

After a bit the heavy tread trotted back, and eventually the lighter steps
followed, humming an air. Naturally Penny recognized the voices too, and
she laughed.

She flashed me one of her smiles and whispered, "Wow Cobby.  Satyrs and
nymphs!"

I was kind of nervous, trembling from really wanting to do it with her
again and at the same time not wanting to get caught.

"By Cainan!  Penny, what if...?"

In the distance a cry of pleasure rose in the night, and then another and
another. We heard the cheering and carrying on as other young spectators
applauded the sport and joined in. After listening quite a while to the
frenzied calling and splashing of the high school kids, Penny's madcap
laugh in the darkness shot through me and I was hard once more and ready to
play.  Suddenly all business, my sister spread our big towel out on the
sand, patting it smooth.  We snuggled on it side by side sniggering and
chuckling, all kissy in our Green Grotto. The moonlight through the leaves
made speckled patterns on us. She reached and swept the sand from my arms
and chest.

"I like touching you," she told me.

She pushed me down on my back. My cock had gone soft again and she
straddled my hips to sit proud and grinning. She leaned forward, running
her hands over my shoulders and along my upper arms and across my ribs and
chest. She played with the squaring rise of my pectorals, rubbing the skin
over the newly crisp muscles underneath. She slid her fingers back and
forth over my nipples, which grew hard and long.

"I like your body," she said matter-of-factly.

"I do too," I confided in a halting whisper, not wishing to boast but being
honest.  At 14 my fresh muscles and quick responses and surprising
sensations pleased me. "And I like yours," I spoke truly.

She nodded with a knowing smile. I ran my fingertips along her neck and
breasts and down her sides and thighs. She wiggled her butt on my groin.

"Oh Great Mother!  Cobby!"  she mumbled. My stiffening prick prodded her
asshole, making her moan, "That makes me all tingly...!"

I grinned, getting into it now, "...And makes me all hard."

Then she said, "Nobody can see us, Cobby.  Honest.  And you want to do it,
right?  You like this, don't you?"

Nodding my head I gave a look around at the wrecked stone arch and the
trees enclosing our hidden secret place.

"Yeah.  For sure I do.  It's just scary, a little.  We might get caught.
The Black Coats....  And the Hanging Tree being right here and all."

Our own grandfather Josiah at age 15 had gotten his 12 year old sister
pregnant all those years ago. The local incest vigilantes known as the
Black Coats pursued Cainan Faith Community offenders, and lynched our
grandfather. Josiah had been castrated, strung up, and hung until dead at
the Hanging Tree right near the swimming hole [Episode #4]. My sister Penny
knew my fears and squeezed my hands. She leaned closer, until I could feel
her breath on my lips.

"First of all, we're safe in here and no one will ever find us or stop us,
or break us up. And secondly...," she whispered.

"W-w-what?"

"...Now I want you inside me, Cobby," she begged.  "All of you, every drop
of you.  Do me doggy-style?  In my bunghole?  Please?  Now!"

How could I argue?  Why would I argue?

"Oh! Pen," I moaned in surprised amazement, "Great Cainan!  I've wanted us
to do this.  Thank you!"  "

Penny rolled obediently onto her tummy, like a puppy responding to a `lie
down' command. I ran my hands along the soft skin of her sides and lower
back, caressing her. I lay lightly over her back, just sensing the
trembling of her fine body against my chest and belly. The physical and the
forbidden excited me. I kissed her neck and stroked her back, my fingers
trailing over her waist and hips. She arched her back readily in response,
raising her butt at me.

"Cobby?"

Determined now, I seized her hips in my hands and lifted, her body bent as
her bottom raised and she scooted her knees up under. Totally lost in my
invading boy lust I spun about her and we were both on our hands and knees
like dogs about to couple. I crawled close behind her.

" `Turn, turn, O child of Cainan that we may gaze upon you.' " I hummed the
old chant.  " `How lovely are you royal sister, my princess, willing woman!
The curves of your rounded thighs are like jewels, like the oval links of a
golden chain, the work of an artist." (Canticles of Cainan, 7: 1)

There was that round and curvy ass I loved so much [Episode # 11],
surrounding her little ass hole. I stared at the core of my sister's
body. I leaned down to press my lips against her round and curvy buttocks
and kissed her there. I kissed her round and curvy bum again and again. I
rubbed my face on the bounce of her bottom, sighing and moaning. I blew a
kiss to her anus, and it winked. She squirmed and gasped again.

"Oh Cobby, I feel you. Your lips kiss my bottom....  ...A thrill!"

I tenderly patted her bottom, licking my fingers. Then I wiggled a finger
along her crevice. She tensed when I first touched her down there, and then
relaxed as I probed her small `balloon knot'. I moved my finger rapidly and
finally pressed and slid the tip just inside that most intimate of places
on my little sister's body. I fingered her there ever so gently, into her
clenching anal folds just to the first knuckle, then up to the second. I
felt her inner folds.  She gasped. I poked her with one finger, and then
two, and then three, as Steven had taught me.

"Huh-h-h!" Penny sweated, breathing hard, "I feel your hands."

She tightened when I withdrew my fingers.

"Cobby?" she asked uncertainly.

I knelt behind her so that my cock was inches from her. I crouched there,
running my swollen prick head back and forth over and in between her bouncy
buttocks. I straightened up and let my stiff cock lay there against her
bottom, throbbing with my heartbeat, lifting and dropping.

She wagged her butt against me, babbling nonsensically, "Oh..., there it
is.  Hanging all stiff touching me.  Ah, oh, my body just went off!  My
mind went blank."

She whimpered like a baby beneath me. Those soft mews as of a newborn child
incited some primitive urge from my burgeoning manhood. My cock head was so
engorged it was a dark reddish purple shade, and my precum oozed from the
slit like water, and my balls threatened to explode inside my sac. I
steered the fat head of my skinny dick up against her winking sphincter and
rubbed it back and forth. It left a trail of precum all over her rectum. I
nearly blew as her wrinkle slid past my glans. I grabbed her hips and
pulled her back so that her ass crack was pressed against my cock, aligning
my stiff prick with her winking anus. I think I had expected her to
struggle out of my grasp, but instead she held still, like my dog Patches
had when I cornholed her [Episode #6].

"I feel the head poking at me.  Ooh, go slow," she hissed, "you're a
growing boy, older, bigger in `those parts belonging to a man'."

I spit on my palm, then slathered my organ with saliva. I tried to be a
gentleman, just slipping it back and forth between her anal winks, holding
it there, moving it around a bit before pushing it inside her. Then I spit
again and pressed the swollen head against the gate and inched forward at
her. Penny put one hand back and gripped my rod, holding it to her ass,
helping to push it in as she gave little yelps.

Penny struggled for breath, "I feel my knees under me, against the towel
and sand.  On my knees, and hands, back bent, mouth open.  I feel my
nipples jut down.  And your thick thing at my bunghole, stiff, the tender
tip pushing, easing stretching...."

I was too big! Something would tear, split, but then, then her innards
seemed to yawn and spread slowly open; to relax and dilate and open like a
slow-moving flower. Opening wider and wider as the intrusion gently pushed
and entered. I watched as her tissues widened and widened as my `dog knot'
glans slid inside, and then her anal sphincter closed around the edge of
the fat crown onto my skinny shaft. The head of my cock was inside my
little sister's asshole.

"Oh Cobby," she said in a very tiny voice, "...it hurts!"

I only pushed in an inch or so and I stopped and just held there. It felt
dry and scrapey and narrow at first, like my dog Patches had felt. I paused
and looked down. Her little butt hole was skewered.  We stayed like that
for a moment, savoring the feel of her so-special anus kneading my very own
prick. Soon it felt smoother and more moist and ever so tight. I just
wanted to rest there, but the feeling I got pushing in took away the
longing to be still. Then little by little my long skinny prick disappeared
deliciously within the depths of her rectum. All I could see was the base
of my dick. Sensations washed over me making me dizzy, and I wailed out of
breath.

"Oh!  Pen, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Thrills coursed through me as my rod was paddled inside by hidden silken
fingers. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me.

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. I...,I'm going to start moving, Penny."

"Cobby, it's going so deep, so deep inside my.... It's going so.... What're
you feeling, cobby?"

"It's all feeling so mushy, I just can't tell any more."

'So this is a girl's ass,' I thought. 'Feeling darn good. It's so tight and
sticky and feeling.... The flesh is incredibly slimy....'

"Oh Cobby, I'm so full!"

She called out so loud that I clapped my hand over her mouth and pulled
back, thinking I must stop. I pulled back more. I began to draw the shaft
of my cock out of my sister's back door. Soaked in our secretions, it
pulsed with each of my heart beats. I pulled totally out of her. But no,
she wanted me; she wanted me in her. I wasted no time and slid my cock back
in all the way, until the curls of my red pubic hairs spread over the firm
globes of her butt, and my balls bumped against her.

"It's my brother, it's my brother, it's my brother.  It's really my big
brother inside me.  I feel your weight and presence moving with me, lying
on my back, enough to feel nice.  Like being covered with a warm, sweatey
blanket, with part of it shoved up between my buns.  Sunk in me.  There's
little spasms of pleasure, and my heart races and I gasp....  I want it
deeper, all the way in."

I obeyed, and then back out, and in again.

"Oh Cobby, it hurts; no, it's the force and pressure!  I feel you get
thicker, and become stiffer. It's hot, like a stiff rod, but delicate and
smooth in me. Rippling currents, spreading up my spine and ribs and skin
and muscle. Shocks around and meeting again; shivering in electric
pleasure. I feel it pulled back and pushed in again, the root of it hitting
my buns. And it feels good too, your scratchy hair at my bottom."  She
sighed amidst tears, reaching back again to rub her clitoris with her
fingers and touch the shaft of my penis. "Oh, it's warm, sliding deep,
full," she murmured.

I gazed down at the surreal sight of my glistening cock sliding in and out
of my sister's ass, the round and curvy ass that I coveted and now knew
from inside out. It felt like my cock was growing up; boy stumbling into
manhood.  My cock was on fire, hard as iron, and my balls felt like they
would burst from the pressure. Penny rested on her elbows and turned her
head to look back at me. Her eyes closed dreamily and she began to suck her
thumb, rolling her tongue around it and making pulling movements with her
cheeks and lips which drove me wild. My baby sister, just 12, so small, so
slight, had taken her bigger than ever 14 year old brother so far up her
ass that surely those lips sucking her thumb were working the tip of my
prick inside from the other direction. A spasm washed over me and I
shuddered, my mind spinning with pleasure.

"Shivers race through me," Penny reported breathless.  "You're in my ass,
all of you, every inch.  Deep inside and now pulling back, the friction
almost squeaking inside me.  Out half way, then in deep.  More shivers. My
nipples feel like they're shooting sparks; ...might catch the towel on
fire!"

Now past my fear of the unknown, of hurting my sister, I began to really do
her in the ass. I pulled back and pushed in hard, deeper this time, sensing
every ridge and soft hollow and squeeze as her rectal muscles radiated joy
back into my being and all over my body. I withdrew my cock totally,
pulling out completely – PLORP – as she gave a little cry, amazed how
much of me had been in there.  The veins that ran the length of my long
slim cock were so blood filled that they stood out in relief to the smooth
skin. I tapped her bottom with it. I sucked in a gulp of air, and centered
the tip of my sexy slim before penetrating her once again. I slid inside
her tunnel as my sister groaned. Eventually, Penny stopped sucking her
thumb and reached down and back to rub herself again with her fingers. She
diddled her clitoris while I pushed my cock in.

"Really do it," she begged. "I feel your thing all the way inside me, in my
butt, staying there, not moving. But I feel your thing lifting and pulsing
and the shiver races all over me, down to my fingers and toes. Deep, deep
in my butt."

I slowly plowed her ass. My little sister's rectal muscles contracted,
seizing my cock as I began to plunge in and out, finding a rhythm. She
began to rock back and forth on her knees, urging me as she heated up. I
humped her like the world was ending any second. I kept pounding her. My
breathing quickened and got louder. I rose up on my toes to get the
greatest hit and we both moaned.

"Nn, nn, nn, nn, nn, ...."

In and out, faster now, each thrust deep and measured. Me in my sister's
ass! Violating her, sodomizing her, buggering her. All those words meant
nothing compared to the actual feeling.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ...."

I leaned and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. She craned her neck and
we kissed. Our tongues met and my hands slid along her tight body to her
breasts. I surrounded both her tiny breasts in a gentle milking motion with
my hands. She began to rock faster, and when I pulled back, she leaned
forward, when I shoved in, she met my strokes pushing against me. We picked
up the pace, going faster and faster with each stroke. Now all my being was
centered in the sensations of my cock head. The rest of me was simply a
'John Henry' drilling machine for delivering that pointy electric center to
destiny deep within my sister. Penny shuddered and cried out under me. Then
she started giggling.

"Oh Cobby," she moaned. "I feel you stretched tight, pressing me, and and
oh, your thing poking down so very deep!  My climax-surprises!  My
surprises rise, explode, race down and up again, over and over, nonstop.
A-a-a-h!  I've turned into a tingling pleasure machine, that's what's
happening...."

I grasped her hips again and leaned harder into her.

"Oh Cobby," she prattled desperately.

"Shh!"  I warned as I pushed against her with it in as far as it would
go. "They'll hear us.  I thought this is what you wanted me to do."

I paused at the upstroke to keep from cumming. I started to back out. She
began to tighten around me and it was hard to pull back.

"Don't you dare leave me now.  I want you to shoot in there."

She must have felt me grin as I pushed my sparking cob back up inside her
bottom. My sister swiveled her hips as she groaned beneath me. Then she
screamed. I tightened my hand around her neck to quiet her. She began to
turn blue and her eyes rolled yet she was smiling. She was covered with
sweat and gave out a run of small strangled cries, much too loud.  I drove
in and out of her, reeling toward what figured to be the greatest cum ever.

"Cobby, my surprise is coming again."

A crimson glow flushed across her neck and back and her ears turned red. It
seemed to hit her hard right in the stomach. She screamed in blissful
agony. She writhed and jerked beneath me like a crazy girl. She came with a
huge convulsion that arched her back and then pushed her stomach to the
towel and at the same time her ass lifted me up bodily. I felt pleasure
wash through her body. She moaned and whimpered my name each of the three
times her ass muscles tightened hard around me.  The sensation of her
rectum contracting around my cock was the most blissful thing I ever felt
in my life. I just held on to her hips, pulling her to me. She gave off one
last even louder groan. That was all it took. I joined her, emitting a long
growl of my own.

"Take me, Penny.  Take me....  Take me....  Here I am...!  Oh, yes!"

And it began. I was not in control. I screamed, or she did, or both. My
body jolted like I was hung by the neck, strangling. I slammed against her
butt, burying my cock in that round and curvy ass. I sagged toward her, not
able to manage my seizing muscles. I felt my cock lurch and thicken, as my
balls surrendered to the pressure and exploded. My cum erupted, lobbed into
her again and again and again. My cock jerked and spurted for the longest
time, depositing my offering at her vernal alter, until there was nothing
left to give her. As I was slowing down she had another of her smaller
surprises. Penny lifted her head and I lowered mine until our lips just
met, elevating our doggy-rutting act to a fulfilled union of sister and
brother.

My heart threatened to explode; I gulped in air. I felt crucified on a
cross of ecstasy; my brain pithed by bliss. I collapsed dead weight onto
her, driving her face down on the towel. Would I die right there atop my
sister, with my spent cock still drooling in her ass hole?  Was this making
love, or was this grand theft? Did I deserve to die? The enormity of my
violation against this child, my own baby sister, overwhelmed me. Let the
Black Coats take me, cut me, hang me. I rocked back and forth on top of
her, weeping. Her anus gave me a final squeeze as my limp dick slipped out.

Neither of us was able to move. We were so hot and slimy and sweaty, I
almost slid off of her. Somehow we rolled and crumpled together on the
towel, amidst the dry leaves and the sand of our Green Grotto in the warm
moonlight. Penny held me, reaching about to rub my back and stroke my head
and pat her sore bottom and suck her thumb. Through her tears she wore a
glazed expression of utter contentment. In my after sex daze I too sobbed
softly for a long time, streaming tears of sin and satisfaction. She
stretched to gently press her lips against my dimples and the cleft on my
chin, feeding on my sweat and her own juices.

In a sweet soft voice Penny chanted, "My brother, among the young men you
stand out like a fruitful apple tree in the forest.  Your bough bends over
me, your leafy canopy of love.  In your shade I have rapture, and your
fruit is sweet to taste in my mouth." (Canticles of Cainan, 2: 3.)

I lay on my back. As I became quiet and content, I felt so guilty and so
proud. I sniveled a couple of times, blinking my eyes. Penny crawled up the
length of my body and rested her head on my shoulder. I cuddled her as she
pulled herself into a little satisfied ball. I recognized her as my kid
sister, but she was something else now. Something wonderful. I smiled at
her and she smiled back. And then she closed her eyes and I closed mine. We
caught our breath while the spring peepers and the breezes in the pines
declared themselves.

The night seemed wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and
sighs, along with the howls and yells of the high school skinny dippers
about the bonfire. In the distance there was laughter and a cheer went
up. Somewhat later there were loud heated calls and harsh shouts.  Suddenly
it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door. Silence. Looking about our
moon lit Green Grotto, I drifted off, sinking into that lethargic bliss
which dreams only of making love all over again.

We were completely oblivious to the deadly disaster which was already
taking place by the Hanging Tree.

Yours truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>