Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2012 09:52:44 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #23'(bi inc Bg cons)[23!26]

'Cob 'n Pen #23'(bi inc Bg cons)[23!26]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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Cob `n Pen #23

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: One AM -- The Hanging Tree;  Two AM -- Uncle
Doctor;  Three AM -- Lethe Elixer

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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
The Hanging Tree,  Saturday night, Sunday morning  May 18 -- 19,  1935

ONE AM  --  THE  HANGING  TREE

Sweet!

So sweet.  I drifted in sweet ease, sweet lightning rush of mind, sweet
flash behind closed eye lids, sweet mouth taste from her tongue, sweet
tingles along fingers and toes, sweet soreness in belly and thighs from
such hard humping, sweet zings along my prick from cornholing my sister's
round and curvy bum hole [Episode 22]. Sweet rest, safe in our Green Grotto
near the swimming hole in the warm spring midnight.  Ah-h-h... Sweet!

My little sister and I had stolen away to the swimming hole for a hot
night's splash and play. We were surprised by our cousins, Steven and his
half-sister Susie. When high schoolers came for a midnight party, Penny and
I snuck off to our secret Green Grotto hideaway among the ruins of the old
mill. We crawled below the stone arch into our safe haven, shielded by
pines and bushes. The spring peepers were loud and it was nice and dry in
there. Penny spread the big old towel on the sand and leaves, and the two
of us really went at it, making the beast with two backs, my 14 year old
prick doing her 12 year old asshole. Heaven! Not furtive and quick, but
deliciously sampling all we offered to each other. I was sleeping off our
greatest ever sister-brother butt-shag. I reached for Penny's hand, wishing
to draw it to my lips, to kiss her palm and suck her fingertips, to say
thank you and `I want more', always more.  My fingers groping.  Soft towel,
fine sand, dry leaves....  Penny?  Where are you...?

"A-H-H-ow!"

Claws gripped my arms with shooting pain. I exploded out of sleep in the
pitch black. I saw the night stars through the leafy canopy above. I kicked
and struggled. Creatures were grappling me, tearing me away, dragging me
and mauling me. Brutal hands lugged me through the underbrush, not letting
me get to my feet, scraping my legs against the brambles. The severe glare
of a flashlight blinded my eyes.

"Gotcha!"  a cruel voice blasted.  "Get up, filth!  Now!"

Nightmare?  Not a dream.  For real.  Attackers had reached into our Green
Grotto safe haven and snatched me out of sleep into the still warm night.
Black Coat incest vigilantes.  They got me.  I would die.  Penny?  Where
was Penny?  She was not there.  Did she get gone? Was she safe?  Except for
that tattered towel clutched in my fingers I was naked.

"He's a wiry bushy-haired little bastard!" a shriek belched in my ear.
"Look here `Troll'! There's jism and cunt juice all over him. You can smell
it!"

"You're right, `Flea Bait'," another gruff voice called.  "Christ, his
cock's still stiff.  And it's a stretched-out skinny dangler."

I got rammed from behind and knocked flat into briars, rump up.

A big hand grabbed my butt, "Look at this freckly ass.  That's tight!
O-h-h, whatya say `Troll', shall we give it a try?"

"Later," the first voice said.  "Get him back to boss `Bad Ass' at the
bonfire."

Thorns tore my skin open but I felt nothing then. I was lifted bodily onto
my feet and propelled down the dark path, tripping in evil ditches,
stubbing my toes on the stones.

"Yeah, get him back to `Bad Ass'.  We'll butt-fuck him alright -- while
the other hangs."

The two big men with blinding lights lugged me forward, ignoring my
whimpers and hurt cries. They laughed drunkenly and marched me back over
the stream and down the rail bed toward the bonfire by the swimming hole. I
struggled to see about in the dark, searching for my sister Penny.  She was
gone.  Attagirl Penny!  Always the quickest.  You got away!

"You're a pervert mother fucker, right?" the one called `Flea Bait'
screamed at me.  "Another damned Cainan Faith Community baby eater and
sister screwer and daddy blower and mother fucker!  Scum!"

"Eaters of your own blood!" said the `Troll'.  "Bet you've been in every
ass in your family, and they in yours."

Those Black Coat moral society bastards wanted me dead. How to reckon the
fact that our 15 year old grandfather Josiah was but one of our people
murdered by them? Our Cainan Faith Community were my family; strong,
wonderful folks. Some had come to this continent a thousand years before,
and been hounded from Acadia to the Green Mountains and to the Niagara
escarpment nearly to extermination. Not because of their race or creed, but
because of what they did. The Cainans were weak in one way perhaps:
consanguinity. 'Eaters of our own blood,' they called us. We were surely
cursed by the transgression of incest, and that moral weakness and iniquity
was visited upon us as children, and in turn by us unto the next
generation. So Grandfather Josiah's sister, Magdalena, bore their son
Jesse. Jesse as a youth then lay with his own mother and fathered my sister
Penny and me. Hence our mom was our grandmother, our father our uncle. And
so our Cainan people sinned but endured.

I was tugged and pushed to the edge of the fire light by the big clearing
at the swimming hole. I turned to stare, unable to look away from the
danger, weak with fear, wanting to flee. I saw, but I took in nothing. The
stream swirled, the water black as tar, bubbling and rising like boiling
pitch in the dark, swelling and sinking. The firelight flickered, glowing
red hot over the ground and underbrush and evergreens. The smoke thickened
as a man in black threw someone's shirt and shoes and a yellow dress into
the flames where a wicker picnic hamper burned. The great tree, the Hanging
Tree, rose up above all in the dark, illuminated below by a swarm of sparks
from the bonfire. It all was like something out of the eighth circle of
hell.

Calls and drunken yells came from the dozen or so figures in dark coats
striding about, taking swigs from their flasks. Many wore military style
caps and were shrouded in full black capes cut from a shiny oilcloth fabric
that reflected the flames with hellish fascination. The cruel demon men
waved sticks and bottles. I was alert and listened as they called each
other foul nicknames like `Trouble', `Crazy Red', `Worm', and `Hot
Head'. They were terrible to look at in the searing glow, savage and
fierce, with arms outstretched, feet leaping along, like vicious guard dogs
unleashed to attack beggars. They whooped and raged like wild
men. Everything had to clear out of the way or get run over and tromped to
mush.

A bunch of retreating half-naked high school youths were followed by gruff
yells to get the hell out of there and go home. Three boys split in a
panic, their young unclothed bodies white in the light, their dark bushes
showing against their pale groins, hands over their privates. One of the
kids was crying and had been roughed up, hopping along pulling his trousers
on. He looked scared, and then he looked really scared when he saw me all
stripped being manhandled up to the swimming hole.

"No!  Jacob!  Watch out!  Watch out!  They want to cut off your...!"

One of the big men knocked him down again, and he turned and ran after the
other kids. I got shoved onto the sand, next to some one else huddled
there, weeping.  Was it Penny?  No, even in the flickering light I saw the
auburn hair and smooth golden skin. Suddenly flashlights played on the
girl, who squatted to make herself as small as possible and strove to cover
her ample breasts and state of undress. The men laughed and mocked her
while swilling booze. She moaned and turned her face to me.  It was
Steven's half-sister, Susan Drake, Pin-up Susie. In shock, I was thrown to
the ground next to her, bare myself except for the towel that I tried to
cover myself with. Pain from the scrapes and blows came on strong and I
started to blubber. The girl, my cousin Susie, was sobbing. The towel was
pretty bloody now from my scratches, but I held a bit over my crotch and
Susie dragged the rest about herself the best she could.

"Hey `Bad Ass', check this!"

A bulky angry man, the boss in charge named `Bad Ass', ran up and the
others made way. He was a surly and glum creature, constantly looking
around him with hatred and mistrust.

"Don't touch this one!" he yelled.

He pulled the girl's chin up and slapped her hard on the cheek, nearly
knocking her head off. Susie and I clutched each other in terror. I wrapped
my arms tight around her, shivering and sweating. I struggled to my knees,
taking no notice of her breasts squishing against me, and she was oblivious
to my prodding prick at her belly. Even facing death I had a damned
hardon. The men jeered and hooted.

"Here's a nookie show!"  one of the men called `Hog' shouted like a
carnival barker, and others joined in.

"Yeah, you two," said `Stomper'.  "You seem ready.  Show us how it's done!"

"Watch out kid," yelled `Mad Dog', "she's gonna pull that whole long cock
of yours inside her so it'll disappear!"

The man dubbed `Fool' cried, "And her pussy'll suck all of you and your
scrawny ass in there as well."

Boss `Bad Ass' screamed at Susie, "Whore!  Bitch!  Boobs!  You'll have
every one of us inside you before the night is through.  Quiff!  Slut!"
Then he turned and kicked me hard.  "And you'll get us all up inside your
ass, kid.  Pervert!"

Men made way as the large boss man strode over to the Hanging Tree. Other
men there had flashlights that played on the hooch bottles and illuminated
a stooped figure striving to hide nakedness, arms bound behind by a long
rope. Others pulled the body up on its feet. It was a boy, a young man, you
could see that, with everything showing that way. Stripped bare, tall,
lean, with strong muscles and broad shoulders, like a young boxer. The girl
next to me cried out when the large man hit the boy in the stomach and he
bent over and vomited. His hands were tied behind his back; he tried to
kick the man. The man punched him again. The boss `Bad Ass' booted the
youth onto his side, and yelled at him as though making an accusation in a
courtroom.

"You done it, you pervert.  You Cainan Community slime and slut.  `Judge
Lynch' has condemned you, damn you!"

I huddled speechless. The teen bellowed like a bull, struggling to hunker
in a crouch.

A small weasley bearded man, a reverend called `Fuzzy', shook his fist at
the youth, "You're a self pleasuring fornicator, full of evil desire."

"Your sister's got your sperms all over her hair and loins," cried Stomper.
"I checked.  We seen it.  It's yours, boy!"

"The Book says," recited reverend `Fuzzy', " `If a sister woman goes up to
any brother animal to mate with it, the woman and the animal shall be
slain.'  You incested your own sister, you animal!"

"Let them both be put to death; their lives are forfeit," continued the
reverend.  "The Good Book calls it a perversion, `and both the human and
the animal shall be put to death'."

"No!" screamed the youth.  "No!  What we did isn't wrong!  We did nothing
wrong.  We are not animals!  No!"

 "You are an animal!" shouted `Crazy Red'.  "You're an eater of your own
blood!  You know what we do to molesters!  You pervert!"

The large boss man hauled up on the rope about the boy's wrists from
behind, wrenching his arms upward and backward. The boy screamed. The boy
cried out and looked up, terrified. I saw him turn toward me, pleading with
puppy-dog eyes, and I knew the handsome features as my cousin Steven Drake,
Susie's brother, or half-brother. I could not breathe.

My mind flashed to that nearly 30 year old newspaper picture, the Hanging
Tree and a bleeding boy on a rope, with the caption: `Lynch Boy --
Commits Incest, Molests Own Sister' [Episode #4]. The old newspaper
accounts of the lynching of our Grandfather Josiah flooded my brain:
beatings, iron pincers on testacles, knives cutting off genitals, hanging
and burning.

I was bawling and yelling, "Steven!  No-o-o!"

No one paid me mind. The Black Coat incest vigilantes, thirteen of them,
all in shiny black long coats and hats, strode about yelling, picking up
broken branches to build up the bonfire, swilling their homebrew from
bottles that they threw empty into the stream or the fire. They called to
one another, encouraging each other, goading themselves on. Some had
already unbuttoned their trousers to piss on the fire and to shake their
pricks hard, working up to add their ejaculated sperm to the crusted semen
on Susie's breasts and flanks.

"Get ready for pretty girly cunt! She's got enough for all of us!"
`Trouble' shouted.

"And baby boy ass here is for the ones waiting a turn!" `Worm' called,
leering at me.

And `Troll', "But first a proper cutting and lynching and burning for this
incest molester brother.  He who raped his sister and spilled his seed upon
her."

Out of nowhere I heard my own voice call out, quaking, "No!  Not him!  It's
me!  I did it!"

Everyone stared at me. From a thousand make-believe kid games with Penny I
made it all up as I went along.

"I did it!  I couldn't help it!" I was thinking as fast as I could. "She
and I were horsing around, and..., swimming, wrestling, and...  This girl
here!  She's no sister of mine.  I just leaked all over her.  It dripped
out of me.  I did it.  Not him.  I couldn't help it.  I didn't mean to.
Ask her. ...And I told her I'm sorry!"

For a second the men were stunned. They had pegged Steven and Susie as
gypsy Cainan Faith Community incest blasphemers alright, and as brother and
sister to boot, there was no denying that. And even though Steven said he
did no wrong, that what they had done was not wrong, he was going to
hang. But the men were not sure who I was, and now I was admitting doing
the crime with this girl, smeared all over as I was with pussy honey, they
thought. The men were getting mad. They didn't buy it.

"We got rope enough!" `Flea Bait' murmured, looking back and forth between
Steven and me and nodding.

"Just like on goats.  One cut on their ballsacks, grasp them slimy nuts
firmly, and pull `em down sharp, and its done."

"Sharpen your knives.  Castrate `em both!"

The one called `Bad Ass' yelled at the small reverend `Fuzzy', "If you want
more confession from her, keep asking before she's torn to pieces by the
others."

The small man asked Susie, "How old are you, my child?" She said she was
eighteen.

Then he turned to me and all the flashlights followed. "And you, son?"

I had spent nearly a year claiming I was going on fifteen, but now I was
relieved to be able to say, "Fourteen. ...Sir."

The small man turned back to Susie, "Did anyone force their attentions on
you, my dear?"

She shook her head, no. She got my game and stammered with new hope,
"No... He... This red-headed one here...  We were horsing around, like the
kid said.  I didn't even know he had, well," she choked, showing the semen
all over her, "squirted you know, all this...  It wasn't the other one."

"That's bullshit!"  The boss `Bad Ass' yelled above the noise, "There's a
gallon of her brother's cum all over her curly locks and crotch, and you
know it's inside her too, if you'd just look.  Stuffed up inside her by her
brother's big prick.  So let's take that look now!"

But other men had a rope looped under Steven's arm pits now, and were
dragging him. The rope was thrown over a lateral branch of the Hanging Tree
and they pulled him up, so his feet dangled a bit off the ground,
struggling. There, just above him, was the noose strung to a higher branch
waiting for his neck. They would kill him. Steven swung a bit in the air,
writhing there, his feet kicking, the rope slung under his arms, his hands
tied behind. He twisted in the firelight. So smooth and handsome, horrible
to see, so helpless.

`Bad Ass' turned away from Susie. He strutted to the Hanging Tree and
yelled at Steven.

"You boy!  Freak!  You know the absolutely very last thing we're going to
do to you?  Pervert!  You'll be almost dead with the noose around your
neck, tighter and tighter slowly.  We won't drop you, you'll just hang
there.  Choking.  Smothering.  You'll wish you were dead.  But first we're
gonna douse you with lamp oil from your lantern and set you on fire.
You'll burn!  Your flesh will roast.  You'll smell like a goddam grilled
chicken.  And it will hurt as you die!  You will beg to die!  As the flames
leap up, you will die!"

The reverend `Fuzzy' held a scripture book up to the light and read, "
`Blessed are the dead, which die in the Lord from henceforth'."

The large boss man `Bad Ass' went on, "But before all that, before the oil
and fire, we're gonna cut you.  We're gonna mash your nuts with pliers, one
at a time.  You'll feel it.  We'll slice your nuts off and you're gonna eat
`em.  It'll hurt like hell.  There'll be blood everywhere.  You'll loose
your fucking balls, and then you'll eat `em up.  Or choke!  And your prick?
Your gorgeous, tapering, incesting, big man prick?  We're gonna cut it off
too.  And your girly friend here, your slut, your goddam incestful sister
will eat it.  I bet she's had it in her mouth plenty of times already.
Right?  She will nibble off little bits and chew it and swallow it down,
raw.  And you'll watch before you die."

" 'For all flesh is grass'," intoned the short reverend, " 'and all the
goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: the grass withereth, and
the flower fadeth'."

`Bad Ass' was even more excited, "But before all that, before we cut off
your balls and your thing, we're gonna cut your skin.  We'll jab you in the
mouth with a sharp pole.  We'll cut your toes off joint by joint, and your
fingers too.  We'll keep `em as souvenirs.  Your teeth will be pulled out
one by one with these pliers.  We're gonna take burning sticks and brand
you, from your feet up to your face, charring your skin.  Then we'll flay
you alive, in strips, like fleshing a rabbit.  We're gonna pull it off you
bit by bit, before we cut you, before we burn you, before we hang you.  Get
ready for pain, boy!  Now!"

" 'But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of god'," read reverend
`Fuzzy', " 'and there shall no torment touch them'."

"For we Black Coats are the righteous ones!" All the men cheered. "But you,
boy, you are the most un-righteous of all!"

With that, the large man reached up and grabbed a handful of Steven's
golden pubic hair and tugged and tore it out and then grabbed another
handful while Steven roared. The large man walked to the fire and threw the
strands in and all the men laughed and called to one another as the flame
flared.

The boss `Bad Ass' had a knife. A great bowie knife. He waved it over the
fire and above his head. The men hurrahed.

"You're gonna eat `em! You pervert! You molester! You sister-fucker!"

Others called out one after the other, "We caught you on top of her!",
"Pokin' your sister!", "Family fucker!", "She wasn't even screaming. She
wanted it.", "She liked it!  Incest whore!"

`Bad Ass' called, "She's had the last of you, ever!  And you too, you
creeper rapist!  We're gonna cut it off.  We're gonna cut your prick and
balls off.  And you and she are gonna eat `em!  Now!"

Two other men grabbed Steven's legs and pulled them aside as he twisted and
struggled and shrieked. The men were yelling so much now you could barely
hear Steven.

He looked at Susie and cried, "Susie, you're my girl, aren't you!"

"Yes, Steven. Yes!" she screamed, and sobbed.

Steven was crying and yelling. All the men laughed and called out. The
short reverend "Fuzzy' ran up and had to jump up and reach to hit Steven in
the face which seemed to knock the youth out. The noise was deafening while
the large boss man with the knife strode forward, smiling. As if that were
a signal, the men began to quiet. Someone coughed. Then `Bad Ass' with the
knife walked up to the resisting boy. He turned to the crowd and smiled
again. Now there was total silence. The hanging head of the boy looked
up. He seemed fully conscious now, as though the blow from the fist had
burned out terror and pain. The man with the knife took the boy's privates
in his hand. Still smiling, he hefted them, flaccid, hairless, in his one
hand, as though he were weighing them, like meat being weighed on the
scales. I felt my own scrotum tighten. Somehow in the firelight Steven's
organ seemed huge, huge, much bigger than mine or Mickey's or Max's or my
father's even, the greatest thing I had ever seen till then. The large
man's hand stretched the penis and testacles, cradled them, caressed them.

"His damn thing's as long as my knife blade," boss `Bad Ass' spat and the
men laughed. "That's unnatural!"

The condemned boy's eyes looked straight into my eyes. It could not have
been as long as a second, but it seemed longer than a year. Then I
screamed, picturing the cutting and the blood roaring down. The men
screamed as the knife flashed up then down in the firelight.


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TWO AM  --  UNCLE DOCTOR

Suddenly a commanding voice broke into the clearing.

" `Keep Up Your Bright Swords...,' "

All the men turned.  An intruder stood at the edge of the firelight and
calmly and with authority recited with a cold smile.

" `...For The Dew Will Rust Them!' "

He was tall, with a fedora and a brown topcoat, with grey tinted
glasses. Everyone knew who it was.

"Hey Doc.  Doc Drake," yelled `Bad Ass', the large man in black. "You're
just in time.  Got your surgical scalpel?  Castration time is here.  This
disgusting incesting retard's gonna be a eunuch before we hang him dead."

The tall man in the brown fedora, the doctor, stood there perfectly calm
and deliberate; a commanding presence in the circle of misfit men in
black. The racket stopped and the mob sucked back. The doctor did not say a
word, just stood there looking straight at them. The stillness was creepy
and uncomfortable.

"I got a call from Mickey," the doctor said casually but loudly.  "I heard
that the Ladies Law and Order Society got you men out tonight to follow
`Bad Ass' here.  I heard you all would be here.  I heard who you expected
to find here.  I heard what you planned to do here."

He cast his eyes around the crowd.

"It is not going to happen."

He shook his head in disgust. He ran his eye slowly along the crowd, and
wherever it struck the men tried to outgaze him, but they could not. They
dropped their eyes and looked shifty. The doctor in the fedora laughed; not
the pleasant kind, but the kind that grates.

Then he said, slow and scornful, "Well, `Be with saints in church; or with
drunken bums in a saloon' -- or at a hanging!  The idea of you lynching
anybody.  It's amusing.  Why, a man's safe in the hands of ten thousand of
your kind -- as long as it's daytime and you're not behind his back."

The doctor looked directly at each man and called out the names around the
circle.

"You, Mal Ellison, John Lewis, reverend Henry Canby, Tad Bender, Paul
MicMicken, Timothy Skinner, Johnny Coon, Kit Field, Hal Phelps, Sampson
Showers, Isaac Dolson, Philip Bender, Matt Tice."

As each well known local family name sounded out in the night, that man
seemed to shrink and subside and step back from the crowd.

"Do I know you?  I know you clear through.  Hardware store owner, banker,
preacher, lawyer, teacher, laborer, town drunk, drover, farmer, hired hand,
undertaker, stone mason, grocer.  As I said, it's not going to happen.
Because we know each other.  A doctor knows his patients.  I know each of
you.  And I know your families, and what has gone on in each of your homes.
In your cellars and attics and beds and barns.  The good and the bad.  So
whatever incest you found here no question it is illegal, and it also looks
like it is obviously exciting and arousing from all the hardons it gives
you.  Just look at you!  Whatever you found these kids doing, it was no
more than what has gone on in each of your own homes and in your minds.
And every one of you knows it. And you know that I know.  I'm willing to
let it be.  And no one else need know.  Ever"

The crowd of men got a second wind and the boss `Bad Ass' stepped
forward. The tall doctor in the fedora and grey tinted eye glasses opened
his long brown coat to reveal a shotgun with a shortened barrel held down
by his side.  `Bad Ass' jumped up like a hawk rising angry and defeated
after missing a loon chick that dived under the water.

"The Provincial Police have been called and are on their way," the doctor
continued.  "If they find just a booze party -- and not a necktie party --
there will be no problem.  You other men didn't want to come.  You don't
like trouble and danger.  But if only half a man -- like Mal Ellison,
`Bad Ass' here -- shouts 'Lynch him! lynch him!' you're afraid to back
down.  Afraid you'll be found out to be what you are -- cowards. And so
you raise a yell, and hang yourselves on to that half-a-man's coat-tail,
and come raging up here, swearing what big things you're going to do.  Now
the thing for you to do is to droop your tails and go home and crawl in a
hole.  Now leave, and take your half-a-man with you"

He tossed his gun up across his left arm and cocked it when he said
this. The crowd of angry, inebriated yet cautious men paused and stepped
back once more as the first of the heat lightening swept across the sky.

"So cut him down," the tall doctor in the fedora said, nodding toward the
boy strung up in the tree. "And let them pass," indicating the girl and
me. "Let them pass.  Let them all pass."

The small reverend `Fuzzy' and some of the other men in the crowd slowly
stepped forward and lowered Steven down and loosened the rope, hanging on
to his body so he did not fall hard into the dirt. They even helped him to
his feet. I stood shakily by Susie. The doctor nodded his head and I put
the big towel around her, even though that left me as naked as Steven. All
of a sudden there was splashing in the stream, and a small figure dashed
through the water toward us.

"I'm here.  I saw it all."

It was my sister Penny, stripped bare with her long black hair hanging
down. She had hid in the dark on the far shore of the swimming hole,
watching everything. She leaped into the air and grabbed our forgotten
clothes down off the hickory limb where we had stashed them at the start of
that long night. She and I donned shorts and shirts and ran after. Susie
held Steven as they stumbled along the old railbed path back to the
road. The tall doctor with the brown fedora and grey tinted glasses
followed, stepping casually backward as he faced the men, the shotgun held
down by his side.

"Enjoy your drink," the doctor called and hurried along.

The boss `Bad Ass' turned and bent over, sticking his backside at the
doctor to let loose a tremendous fart, `PFFO-O-ORTp-f-f'.  There was
laughter and the men stuck their tongues out at us to splutter
obscenely. But the mob stayed where they were. Thunder rumbled about the
horizon, and from a low murmur the men gradually began shouting again, this
time for the bottles of beer and moon shine. The sound of glass breaking
against rocks followed us out to the car.

By that time the tall doctor had his long coat around Susie's shoulders and
he had her get in the back seat of the big Desoto with Steven right after
her and I fell in against them. We were all crying. Our most beautiful
Steven was beaten and scratched and whimpering. Susie and I ran our hands
over his handsome body again and again, moaning, and pressed our lips
against his bleeding wounds to kiss him many times, dabbing at him with the
grubby towel. The tall doctor pulled Penny into the front seat and kept his
arm around her, caressing her. Lightning flickered and thunder roared. The
car spun its tires and rushed away from that place.

"They may come after us," the doctor said, stroking his hand high on
Penny's thigh, "and we don't want them to know who Penelope and Jacob are,
or where they live."

So we took a roundabout route at high speed back to our little shack at Old
Aunt Elsa's near Pike Lake Crossroads. It was dark, but a burst of
lightning revealed immense Cousin Max sitting on the porch of the brick
farm house with a couple of birdguns on his knees. His market truck was
parked to block the lane, which he moved so the big Desoto could pass. All
of us, gritty and dirty and still whimpering, got out and were given orders
for first-aid and eating and cleaning up.

"Wash up.  Get some bag balm.  Get something to eat.  Get to sleep.  Stay
inside.  In a day or so we will get Susan and Steven to safety in Toronto."

Steven and Susie, who each lived with their own mothers, hugged the good
doctor, their estranged father.

Only my little sister Penny could find voice to speak, "Thank you, Uncle
Doctor. Thank you. Thank you for saving our lives out at the Hanging Tree."

"Keep your noses clean," was all Uncle Doctor said before he roared off.


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THREE AM  --  `LETHE  ELIXER'

We four kids shuffled like a band of lepers behind the brick farmhouse to
the tiny hired-man's shack where Penny and I lived with our mom. The storm
sparked and boomed, overwhelming the glow spilling from the kitchen door
and windows. Our mom was away working at the clinic, saved for the moment
from hearing about all this. But ancient Old Aunt Elsa trundled about the
kitchen, short and round, all in black, squat like a benevolent toad. Her
kindly eyes were sad, her broad lined features uneasy. Warm bread came from
the hot wood cook stove, and soup smells filled the air.

She said little, save for, "Poor things.  Poor, poor things," over and
over.

As the heavens opened and the rain poured down outside, Old Aunt Elsa
hugged Steven to her bosom. He towered over her and he cried like a
baby. She took away his tattered towel and stood back to look at her
battered and beaten progeny. He stood with his head down, his arms by his
sides, naked, bloodied, broken and shamed by all that had happened. But he
was all of one piece. His glorious body was all there; his fine features
and perfect muscles and mighty cock. Again she pulled him to her diminutive
self, unmindful of his nakedness or of his blood soiling her dress, her
arms about him, soothing and cooing to him.

"Poor thing.  Poor, poor thing."

As the rest of us wailed, she led 20 year old Steven to our little
bathroom, and had him get into the old iron tub full of hot water. He
howled as she made him sit down and she scrubbed him gently and hard to rid
him of the filth of torture and degradation. She had him stand like a small
child in the bath, rubbing him with warm towels and smearing him with
liniment and gooey salves. Then she led him back to the kitchen and put a
plaster on his hurt rib and made him sit down to eat. Next she directed
Susie age 18 to the bath, weeping and moaning, and cleaned and calmed her,
washing her fecund breasts and reddish-brown hair. Then Penny, 12, was next
in turn. I at 14 came last. Old Aunt Elsa's eyes were moist as she pulled
my shoulders down and down so she could plant a kiss on me. So soft, so
soft were her lips on mine, quavering and like parchment, but light and
living from one so very old. She kissed me again, as she had the others,
and through me like a melting went a warm fire into my limbs and soul. I
felt healed. We four whimpering children sat at the kitchen table, all
naked as the day we were born, bruised and bleeding still, but whole and
safe. We ate. The rain softened and the scent of the fresh shower came in
at the window. Old Aunt Elsa sang wavering old songs to us.

"-Oh my Brother, hold me close like the locket about your neck.  Keep me
close like the ring on your finger. My love will never let you go. Our Love
is powerful as death, strong as the grave. Our love is a blazing fire,
burning as a mighty flame...."  "-Oh my Sister, raging waters cannot
extinguish our love, rivers cannot sweep it away. If the world's wealth
were given for our love, it would be judged a price not great enough."
(Canticles of Cainan, 8: 6-7)

We all knew that many years before, 29 years to be exact, she had laid out
the dead body of our young 15 year old Grandfather Josiah. It was on that
same kitchen table after his hanging and burning by the Black Coats. I
imagined her straining her eyes to see through his face's charred crust,
through his burned features that could not prevent her from recognizing
him. Then washing his scorched skin, and kissing his assaulted face,
standing back and looking where his boyhood, his manhood, had been cut and
torn away. It was that grief for which Old Aunt Elsa forever wore black.

She wept as she sang, but tended to us always, sending us to bed, my sister
and I in our room, Steven on the couch, Susie on the cot. She ministered us
with what she called a `Lethe Elixer', a thick sweet concoction of Datura
that took away individual bad memories and turned them into dreams. Day
break came, bright, scrubbed sparkling by the rain, fresh and fragrant. I
smelled it before I fluttered my eyes open to the sunlight at the one
window in our shared bedroom. The world was clean and clear. It was a new
morning.

I had slept deep and peacefully, in between dark and troubled dreams. What
I remembered of the night before was only what happened to all of the
others. Of my own personal misadventures, I could recall little or none. It
was the same with Susie and Steven and Penny when we shared memories. Our
own individual sufferings had been wiped away by Old Aunt Elsa's Lethe
Elixir. I heard from my sister and cousins what had happened to me. And
most of our bodily hurts were gone with her liniment. I had bruises
certainly, but they were nothing compared to Steven's.

But there was something else I had to do that morning. Something I had to
prove. I pulled away the quilt and checked myself over. All bare. All
there. I liked my 14 year old body. Nothing to be proud of maybe, with my
blazing red hair waving about my head, and all my freckles, and my red
pubes. But I was strong. Strong enough to climb rope at the gym with just
my arms, over and over. Strong enough to outrun Patches, and bike all over
the two counties, and haul cartons of canned goods up and down stairs at
Cousin Max's market. Strong enough to be alive. I flexed my biceps and
rolled my shoulders. My belly ridged up like a washboard. My springy skinny
prick sprawled over my balls as if it were stretching and yawning. My long
legs ended at my big feet, with those incredibly elongated straight toes. I
wiggled them and giggled.

The door to our bedroom was wide open onto the hall, and I could hear Susie
and Steven going at it hammer and tongs on the big down sofa in the
parlor. So there was no denying it. There was something I had to do. I
rolled out of my bunk and turned to Penny's bed. She slumbered on her side
hidden beneath her covers. I pulled them back and watched my 12 year old
kid sister sleeping, breathing so quiet, peaceful and at ease. Her
unclothed child's body was small and smooth and so perfect. I stroked her
face, feeling her mouth reflexively suck her thumb.

I whispered, "Penny, it's me."

My sister opened her eyes. I could see her wonder if I was real, and a
smile spread over her face. Her eyes glanced at my wild red hair and my
dimples and boxy chin and my lips. Her finger trolled my mouth, hooking me
like a fish and pulled me closer. She ran her palm over the slight squares
of my chest, and rubbed my nipples. She looked at my belly and her hand
stroked the creases there when I went tight. She felt around my narrow
waist and about one side of my butt and tugged me to her. My long skinny
cock began to lift off my ballsack, and she touched the end with the tip of
her finger, tapping the hint of slimy wet and pulled a strand back. I
climbed into her bed feeling the course bed clothes on my bare skin. She
drew me to her, her naked flesh smooth and giving, warm and friendly. I
reveled in the feel of her. She threw her arms around me, weeping silently
and me too for all that had happened to us. She rolled onto her back and we
thrashed around to get our bodies front to front. I was thin and trim but
so much taller than her and she seemed so small, my little slim swimmer
sis. She spread her slight but strong legs amazingly wide and her fingers
reached down to open up the puffy lips of her kitty-pen. She guided my cob
in. It was hard now, yet the prepuce still mostly covered the glans. I
pressed it inside and gasped. My foreskin was pushed back, and the
sensation of her wet warm kitty pulsing around my tingling cock head was
just too much. It was almost deliciously painful, so much and so many
feelings all focused right there at the tip. My eyes fluttered open. The
many mirrors flashed my wide amazed grin. I then pushed a smidgen in and
back, and slid in further with a happy groan. And she too. We began once
more, like our very first time, gentle and slow, building gradually up to
wild abandon. We sucked each other's lips, and hopped all over her big
green bed.

The mirrors on the walls now reflected Steven and Susie out in the hallway,
naked as Adam and Eve and just as beautiful, standing in our bedroom
doorway, staring at us. They were fine-looking and mature, grown ups to our
eyes. As a joke Steven told us to be quick about it, before he had to throw
a pail of water over us like a pair of rutting dogs. Was that what we had
become? The mirrors showed us as we worked hard at our exercise. My sister
and I were little kids, children, babes in the woods, naked and making
child-like and athletic love. We did not care. We were lost in our
pleasure. I forced my body even further into Penny's, grabbing the
headboard with my hands and it slapped against the wall, telegraphing our
passion about the little bungalow. The mirrors showed my butt go hollow and
grow round with every thrust, each jolt shaking my sister and jiggling her
little breasts. She held her tongue between her teeth and narrowed her eyes
in an elated smile.  I watched her watching me. She raised her head to look
down where we were joined, where my long skinny cob shuttled back and forth
within her kitty-pen, pulled out now to where just the lip of my great
helmet was seen, and then driven back home. She began to pull herself up to
me, wrapping her arms around my back, folding her legs around my hips and
seizing me tighter than I thought possible. We shagged and humped and
screwed; the sensations unique and unimaginable. She had three or four
orgasms along the way before I exploded in her. I did what needed to be
done, and proved what needed to be proved. We were one. The proving had
been so sweet, and she went to sleep beside me with her head against my
chest and that was sweet as well. We clutched each other. We did not say a
word. We were so young. We fit just right. It felt so very good. It was
only that once. Yet it happened twice more that morning when she woke to
find me hard. Finally we slept for a late morning nap. Only when we heard
the cowbell and the calf cry did we rise. Our eyes met and we smiled at
each other.

"Cobby," Penny asked.  "Did you ever imagine..., the two of us...?"

"Imagine?  Yeah, in my mind I imagined everything, Penny.  Everything.  I
just never thought it could ever actually happen.  Did it really?"

Very late that evening the big Desoto returned and the doctor held the car
doors open for Susie and Steven. The two of them looked real smart and were
decked out in city clothes and carried a battered suitcase. No one would
notice them once they hit the streets of Toronto. A new life awaited
them. The three of them hugged goodbye furiously.

Immense Cousin Max called to Steven, "Such a good boy, yes?  And so
beautiful too, no?  Such a profile and such eyes!  You will be a star in
the cinema!  If you want!"

The graceful figure and his shapely sister climbed into the car.

"Yes," Steven answered Max.  "I would have gone to the Trenton studios, but
sound is in now.  So I'll be looking for screen work at the quota lots in
Toronto or Montreal.  It is easy to be photographed.  Just look...."

Steven suddenly let his handsome, intelligent face slip into the idiotic
expression of a love-sick movie monster.  It was so unexpected that we all
choked on our laughter.

As the big car sped off to the depot, immense Cousin Max turned to look
down at tiny Penny and gangly me with a kind smile, "So now, Penelope!  You
and Jacob are..., what?  Siblings?  Friends?  Lovers?"

"Yes."  Not even a blush. Penny straightened up.  "We ARE lovers!"

Yours truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>