Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2012 06:35:23 -0500
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #27'(bi inc gM cons)[27!28]

'Cob 'n Pen #27'(bi inc gM cons)[27!28]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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Cob `n Pen #27

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:   Daddy's Girl;  Lie Here;  Incest;  Forbidden Fruit

PENNY  &  DAD, PART B  (for PART A see Cob `n Pen #26)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From PENELOPE

Hamilton Inebriate Asylum boardinghouse, Friday June 5, 1936 with daddy,
second part.

DADDY'S  GIRL

"Yes...," I screamed, not wanting the pleasure to end, "Oh....  I am!  Oh,
I am daddy's little girl!"

My dad kissed and licked my most secret place, piercing me with his tongue
[Episode #26]. I was kneeling over him on the sofa as he bent to tongue
me. He nibbled my clitoris. I began to cum in his face. Wave after wave of
joy rolled over me. I exploded into the most intense orgasm. I stretched my
arms up over my head, delighting in naughty bliss. I knelt before him; his
strong hands gripped my butt cheeks pulling me into him. I laughed out loud
and dug my fingers into his thick blond head of hair. I felt unchained,
released, burst apart in joyous abandon. For this night I was my father's!

Darkness came on in my dad's third floor room of the boarding house in
Hamilton. The kerosene lamp with the red chimney spread a crimson glow over
the old carpets and couch and our exposed skin, giving the warm ruby blush
of a bawdy house over all. I paused to look at my handsome daddy sprawled
on the couch in just his undershorts. He was long and lean and muscular,
with a powerful frame developed by every kind of work. He flexed his bare
knotted shoulders, burnished by the sun. He had rough strong hands and a
sun-worn face which gave him a look of maturity, yet with that twinkle in
his eye which made him seem so young. My father wasn't but 29 or so.

He sat up and looked at me. His seductive deep dimples popped out around
that naughty school-boy smirk. He flicked his tongue over his lips where my
own kitty juices dripped from his mouth and moustache as if he'd been
eating a very ripe fruit. My father wiped his arm across his mouth,
grinning. I wore one of his old unbuttoned flannel shirts; my little
lifting breasts and naked bottom were free and open to the world. I settled
my ass cheeks down, wiggling in a circling motion upon his lap. I felt his
stiffness bulge beneath me through his undershorts.

I was small for being 13, but quite mature and fit, I thought, what with
all the swimming practice, and of course so much practice `making
whoopee'. In the past year I'd fallen hard for my red-headed bean pole of a
brother, Cobby, now 15 years old. We had bucked like bunnies as often as
possible each day, in the bed, in the bath, in the barn [Episodes #18, #19,
#20, #21, #22]. Being children of the small and scattered ancient Cainan
Faith Community, it was our curse and obligation to be `Eaters of Our Own
Blood', or as we said, 'Share Blood - Share Love'.  Little Cainan girls
like me were open to the care and attention – and profuse sperm – of
close male relatives and elders. At puberty with the onset of menarche, the
start of our `bloody monthlies', we were to conceive so as to bring forth
the next consanguineous generation. But our Cainan clan lived in exile in
the Niagara escarpment, hounded by the local moral law-and-order incest
vigilantes, the Black Coats, who tracked down our deviants and crucified
them [Episodes #4, #23].

Our own grandfather Josiah at age 15 had been strung up, castrated, and
hung until dead for allegedly molesting and most certainly impregnating his
own sister, Magdalena, our grandmother and our mom. They conceived Jesse,
who was our dad. Now I wanted to save my true love's life. I did not want
Jacob, my brother Cobby, to die, for he would surely be cut up on the
Hanging Tree if I got pregnant by him.  Here I was two weeks into yet
another menstrual period, I was willing, I was open. So I sought out my
handsome and insane father to do me the deed. I rode that train to our
dad's rooming house out at the Hamilton Inebriate Asylum where he was a day
patient and worked on the farm. No matter what happened, daddy would be
safe from the vigilantes there.

"I-I-I have to feel your wetness, Penny."

My dad slimed up his index and ring fingers in his mouth. He reached down
between my legs, and his hand went directly to my little sex. The labia
were stiff from having been caressed already. My dad sank one of his
fingers between my puffy red lips. The sensation inside me was so acute
that I came continuously; I'm not sure I had ever stopped since his tongue
was in there.

I gasped, "Ah, hmm..., oh my, daddy!"

His voice was excited, "Ah, there's a smile across your mouth, Penelope.
Your eyes opened and you gave a little jolt as I started fingering you."

His hand cupped my little vulva, his middle finger lodged up inside. He was
slowly, casually, diddling me with it. My hand rested on his, showing how
much I enjoyed his fingering. We both broke into smiles. He pushed a second
finger inside of me and then deep into my vagina, as though checking me
out. I heard his surprised intake of breath - like a castaway spying a
human footprint on an uninhabited shore.

"Why Penelope! Someone's been here before me!"  he grumbled.  "You've lost
your hymen, your cherry!  Now I-I-I know you've ..., that my daughter's had
sex before," he nearly choked, watching me sigh and wriggle from the
effects of his fingers.

My little surprise orgasms flowed one into the other, as he went on, "It
wasn't me that took it from you long ago, you know that.  To be sure my
greedy fingers and tongue massaged your little girl chamber any number of
times.  But I never went all the way..., all the way inside, breaking it.
Yes, I-I-I widened it certainly in our `Great Games' [Episodes #3, #21].
But I saved your cherry so you could choose who to give it to."

His fingers were moving ever so gently now inside me, making me glow and
writhe just the slightest amount.

"So you went and gave away what I had saved.  Some silly boy took your
virginity."

"What's wrong, daddy?"  My eyes were flooded with tears, but I was not
crying.  "You always told me that good touching happens between two people
who love each other."

"That's right Penelope, just like for you and me in our `Great Game'."
Daddy shifted uncomfortably on the couch.  "Well," he said, "long ago the
Cainan Community elders discouraged adult men from ravishing a maiden
'within age', with or without her consent.  'Within age' meaning under the
age of marriage, which is 12 years of age.  Of course if she is younger
than 12, she can choose her own consort providing he is young, say between
13 and 16 or so."  He looked me in the eye.  "You must have done this with
some youngster you loved, that you still love, and who loves you very
much."

His fingers made me lift and give out little eager mewing sounds.

Sudden understanding came over his face, daddy bristled, "Ah yes!  So
that's who!"

Neither of us said Cobby's name out loud, Jacob his son, my 15 year old
brother, my lover.

Then daddy murmured, tears welling in his eyes, "How my son must hate me!
Knowing what his father had done to molest his baby sister."

He gazed at me, becoming charged up.

"How I'd love to watch that good-looking son of mine fuck my own little
daughter!" daddy muttered, as if I was not there.  "To watch that stringy,
red headed, gangly kid on top of this pure small child; his skinny cock
sliding in and out of her hole; to see her face as she gets fucked, the
look of intense delight she'd have."

He stared at me.

"I bet my boy fucks with his mouth open, breathing hard, nostrils flaring,
watching intensely as his sister's pleasure comes over her."

Daddy's eyes looked into mine.

"My daughter loves sex, doesn't she?  She loves getting fucked; loves
having that limber brother's supple dick inside her tiny cunt, sliding,
squeezed, slurping.  I bet they've fucked every second of the day they
could."

Still grunting and sighing with my release, I stared back at him in shock,
as he spoke Cobby's and my reality completely. He grimaced, going on
excitedly.

"But you're not with that rutting boy at this time of your monthly, are
you?  You came to me, to your father, your dad, at this time, didn't you?
Penelope, do I also have your love?"

"Yes...," I panted.  "You have my love, father."

With one hand my father swiveled his fingers deep inside my vagina. He
slipped them out slowly to dip inside his mouth, tasting my little girl
oozings.

"You taste so yummy!  Your hot juices leave a sweet and tangy taste in my
mouth.  Ah Penelope!  I'm cumming!"

I stared into his wide and expressive eyes, his face contorted now in his
own ecstasies of release. Underneath me I felt my father's cock pulsate in
his sodden shorts as he gasped and shook from his spontaneous ejaculations.

"Ahh-ngh..., ahh-ngh..., ahh-ngh!"

I was caught in his grip, his body quaking.

"Daddy?"

He closed his eyes, looking guilty and contrite, and very satisfied. His
trembling rough hands wandered along the skin of my flanks, over my arms
and back through my long black hair, and he moaned appreciative murmurs.

"So smooth.  So young.  So ready.  My own daughter.  Are you really here
before me, Penelope?  A miracle!" he whispered.

I purred and stretched as he took his time exploring me under the soft
flannel top. Then he slipped the shirt off over my back, letting it fall to
the floor, exposing me all nude to him, as my panties were gone already. I
shifted my naked bottom, settling down once more on his suddenly quite wet
drawers. The bulge in his underwear rose and lifted against the skin of my
behind.

"You're my little girl and...  I'm so sorry.  See, now I-I-I have to take
my shorts off, baby, because they're soaked and my..., well, my cock is
cramped inside."

"Sure daddy, take `em off."

"Oh Great Mother," daddy moaned as he struggled out from under me to stand
by the sofa for the moment.

His chin pressed down hard against his neck and he looked to remove his
sticky white underwear, stained and dripping with his fresh cumming. I lay
panting, watching my forceful father undress. His fingers fumbled and
clutched, and with a hurried push he shoved the underpants down. I fought a
mad urge to cram those spermy shorts high enough in my vagina to impregnate
my womb. I was a girl with a purpose. With me watching, he turned his head
toward his arm, bent his elbow and flexed his bulging biceps.

"Oh, daddy!"

"So be it, my precious girl.  Shall our `Great Game' go on?" daddy asked
with a smile.  "Is it time for our Cainan curse, or hex, or bane, or
blasphemy, or jinx?"

Then he sang in his sweet tenor from the Canticles of Cainan, 7: 6-9, 12: "
`How pleasing are your delights, my child, both within and without.  You
are slim and supple, like a climbing vine, and your breasts like sweet
clusters of grapes.  I will climb that vine!  I will caress its fruit!  Oh
yes!  Your secret hollow place drips the sweetest nectar.  Let us pollinate
the blossom to bring forth fruit; let us taste the flourishing grapes.  I
shall make love to you in the vineyards.  There will I sow my seed.' "

My dad drew close to me, "Tonight you are going to get all the loving from
your father, Penelope.  There is something I can give you that no one else
ever will – your first child.  I want you to bear mine.  I want to
father your first child."

He smiled down at me. I clenched my teeth. I lay quietly, wanting to
experience more. I caught my breath, as my father turned to me in his
man-strength, fully naked. My whole body sighed as I melted further
inside. He was tall and trim, a descendent of Norse seafarers, golden
haired and bristly. Daddy was larger than his son Cobby, my brother,
stronger and more substantial. Not as tall as our cousin Steven, but
broader, fuller in his force. He had straw colored chest hair running down
his muscular torso to the thicket at his loins. His thighs were strong,
crouching, ready. All exposed, he stood with his legs wide, running a hand
through his long, thick hair. My daddy's really huge penis was half erect
and stuck out lewdly from all the blond hair at his groin. His penis swung
full and substantial, with its thick handle and heavy crown it looked like
a king's mace. I had studied drawings of men's cocks in Old Aunt Elsa's
books, but this was different. Where they had dangled down sleepily, my
father's stood out as if it were a long, hard weapon. It was massive.

"Will it get hard again daddy?"

"U-huh!"

"Daddy. I can't believe we'll finally do this. I've been dreaming of it."

"Me too, honey.  I love how you're all grown up and ready."

***
LIE  HERE

He spread out the blanket on the big old red davenport. This was
reminiscent of the parlor settee at the tumbledown parsonage when I was so
young, where daddy and I had played our `Great Game' together.  Like the
old days, here was my father big and stripped down to the skin in the lurid
red lantern light, me smaller and all uncovered.

"Come here Penelope." he beckoned.

Quaking with excitement, he tenderly guided me on to it, practically
licking his lips.

"You are going to lie here on the sofa on your back, and open your legs
real wide for me. You understand?"

"Yes daddy.  I'll do as you say."

With his sinewy arms around my waist and supporting my back, he laid me
down on the great cushions. Way taller and broader than me, he bent over to
begin kissing my neck, his moustache barely scratching my skin.

"Daddy?"

"You're a child.  A child.  And yet I want you.  Does that frighten you
Penelope?"

"Y..., yes."

"Me as well.  But I-I-I'm going to take care of you."

I think I had to remember to breathe in those opening moments; I was
mesmerized and awestruck at the sight before me. He lay down at my side on
the huge couch, as his lips again kissed my hard nipples, my little body
endlessly quivering inside out. My face sought his, eager to allow my
father's darting tongue into my mouth.

"Daddy is kissing his little girl," he hinted, "...and more."

I floated up, ready, moist and trembling. Kissing me, surely he felt my
turmoil. My father's shaky hands dug along my bare back, slowly skidding
down to grab my ass, pushing harder upon me. I arched my hips against my
father, my stomach smooth and cool against his wiry pubic hair and big
burning cock. He raised himself to look me up and down before settling on
my eyes.

He held his erect penis like a lance. He was stroking himself, completely
comfortable with stimulating himself in front of me. He held his regal cock
so near I felt the warmth rising from it like a torch. At first glance it
was ugly, like the neck of a plucked turkey. With second sight I saw its
beauty, like the limb of a wrestler sculpted in warm marble, smooth,
bone-white, long and strong. A pang of fear ran through me as I reached to
handle it. Daddy gasped when he took my hand and closed it around his stiff
penis. I explored the familiar girth and soft crown of his big
erection. Warm and stone hard, it pulsed to the beat of his heart. I
thought the veins, or whatever the dickens they called them, were going to
burst.

"That's it baby, that's it.  You are so beautiful."

"Oh, oh daddy.  It's so huge."

I looked down at his cock, and it was big. It seemed too mighty to get into
me, but of course I knew it was a fact of Cainan Community life that the
biggest grown men had entered their tiniest little daughters from time
immemorial.

"Don't be afraid." He laughed proudly. "It's being huge will make it even
better for you."

Its musky smell immediately took me back. I wanted to taste it again, to
see it squirt, like in our `Great Game' of old, to try and give as much
pleasure as daddy was giving me. Waving him back, I touched the tip of my
tongue to it. It was silky and tasted salty. With the swirling motion he
had taught me as a child, I pulled the foreskin down and coated the head
with saliva until it was all wet and shiny. I licked up and down all around
the rim of the engorged head, paying particular attention to the sensitive
area where the glans met the shaft on the bottom side. He tilted back, a
wide grin appearing on his face, pleased and tickled, shaking his head from
side to side.

"Whew!"

Pausing for breath, I said, "Don't say no, daddy. You won't say no, will
you?"

"Ah Penelope, what I'm doing is totally immoral and wrong.  Not to mention
illegal.  Just look at these beautiful baby breasts. They are screaming at
me 'fuck me' 'fuck me'.  So tender.  Oh yes, daddy is going to fuck you,
Penelope.  Great Cainan!  This is so wrong.  Ahh...!  But I'm loving every
minute of it."

He as much as jumped on top of me. He gently pushed my legs open with his
knee while kissing me softly all over my face, down my neck and on my
breasts. I enticed my father with my tongue, now pushing his chin to the
side, licking up and down his neck, darting my pointed tongue into his ear,
my breath hot. He rested on his elbows over me, his frame powerful and
strong.

"You ready, baby?"  he asked softly.  "Are you ready to give your precious
pussy to your loving dad?"

There was a fury within me, a tempest, a storm.

"Yes," I said and pushed my hips up against him.

When my legs were wide open, my charged daddy lifted me with his hands on
my bottom. He rotated his hips. I shivered in the cold heat of it all. He
positioned himself, holding his gloriously hard and red penis.

"You want it Penelope?  You want your father's cock?"

He whipped his cock downward, spanking my genital area. I knew his target
was my clitoris. I groaned. My staccato breathing must have signaled my
arousal.

"Yes-s-s...!" I hissed through pursed lips.  "Yes."

***
INCEST

And then there came the moment when we could no longer pretend that we
controlled ourselves. Gone were the thoughts of how society would handle
such a taboo event. Nor could we fight back this mad incestuous desire. And
then his thick thing, the stiff thing with the tender tip pushing against
my kitty-pen, pushing, easing, stretching. With a small thrust my father
for the first time ever managed to slip his straining helmet not just
between my labia but inside my little vagina. I cried out.  Daddy stroked
me gently with his hand and hummed our nursery rhyme.

"Ride a cock-horse, to Banbury Cross; To see a fine lady, upon a white
horse..."

Slowly he started to push into me. I laid my head back down and wrapped my
legs loosely around his waist. He must have pushed in about an inch or so
when I felt like I was being stuffed. It hurt and I cried out but he just
kissed me. He pushed in slowly.  But now, now my body seemed to yawn and
spread slowly open; to relax and dilate.  My body opened further and
further as the intrusion gently pushed and entered and stopped and seemed
to thicken and become even stiffer.

"...With bells on her fingers, and rings on her toes; She shall make music
wherever she goes."

And I whimpered soft, high pitched, little girl moans, timid and expectant.
I felt so full that I didn't think he was going to be able to get it all
the way in. It felt as though my opening was silky and slick, and when the
thing pushed in deeper I dug my hand between us to feel his great pole
driving into me and to rub my nubbin. The pain gradually subsided in the
following minutes. It was replaced first by a numbness, then by a glow, and
finally by an inner fire that grew. He was entering slowly and then I
wanted him all the way deep inside me. The thick thing pulled back and
pushed in again and I felt the hairs at the root of it, the base, make
contact

"Oh please daddy, don't stop," I gasped out.

My body shivered. Those waves of painful pleasure spilled out all over me
as it seemed that I and the couch and the rooming house and the world
melted in a puddle like dripping wax. He shoved it hard against me. I swear
I could feel the head of his dick hitting my stomach or something. It was
breathtaking. He was pumping in and out of me pretty fast and going really
deep.

"My little girl," he groaned.  "Only someone who has fucked the youngest
little cunt knows how it is the most intense fuck."

He pushed his face on mine and kissed me.

"Oh-h-h, baby you are so tight.  It's like the softest glove ever, gripping
me tight and wet and warm!"  My father moaned and then giggled, "Look at
me," insisting that I see the intense look on his face. "To feel my own
daughter's sheath grasp my shaft so strongly," he hissed, "it nearly makes
me cum before I've had a chance to really make love to you."

"Oh daddy!  I want this.  Oh-h-h!  In me.  Your love juice.  Right now, I
want to feel it."

He hissed his response. His breathing became strangled with moans. We had
slid halfway off the grand old couch. My father threw all caution to the
wind, roughly grabbing at my ass, pulling me harder against him before he
drew me up.  With his cock still inside of me, he lifted me to lay me back
down on the center of the sofa cushions, leaning over me, not missing a
second to resume stroking into me. It was a level of intensity about a
thousand degrees hotter than anything I had ever experienced.  White hot!
Then daddy's lips were filling my mouth to stop my scream.

"You wanted this little girl.  You are going to get it."

I wanted it. And I climaxed again. He told me he loved me with that
determined vicious look in his eye. I had to half shut my eyes. I was
breathing in hard spurts, continuously cumming now yet again, my kitty
drooling wetness around my father's thick penis. I moaned and tossed my
head from side to side, glistening from my core out along my limbs, my long
black hair fanned out over the cushion. Daddy's hands gripped me like
claws, playing with my breasts and nipples, leaning down now and again for
a kiss. He put his hands on my hips and lifted my sex to meet his penis as
if he did not care if he broke my bones in doing so. Like a stallion
driving it up into me; `Because that's all they want out of you,' our
mother Magdalena once said.

Daddy's hard belly slapped against me while he tried to get his cock
further up into me. He pumped my kitty with everything his cock
had. Arching up on tiptoe on the sofa, daddy moved himself over top of me,
his pummeling never ceasing. I was astonished at the bestiality of my
father. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as his thrusts became
harder. I felt his teeth buried in my shoulder, as my teeth bit into his
neck. I loved it and didn't want to quit. I wanted more, swinging my hips
up to meet his every thrust. I wrapped my arms around his flanks and
grabbed his buttocks, to pull him in deeper and deeper.  He sensed what I
was about, and shifted to lift my legs up on his shoulders, although I was
so short my heels rested on his chest. He rose up to stay in me and get
maximum penetration. It felt like his cock got bigger. I was full, he felt
grand inside me in that position. I screamed, almost in agony as the wave
of orgasmic pleasure washed through my system. He seemed intent on emptying
his tight balls into my slutty little womb.

"Ohh..., soon, sweetie....  Uhh god... uhh... you... you're so tight...  oh
baby... I love... I'm gonna... ohh... yeah...."

He grunted, while pulling his cock the whole way out and ramming it back
into me with each thrust.

"We're fucking the same way your mother, Magdalena, and I fucked when we
made you. She's my mother too, fucked first by her own brother Josiah. I'm
going to shoot my seed in my little girl's cunt.  Together we'll make a
daddy-daughter baby!  Oh Great Cainan, honey, oh god, yes-s-s...."

Hearing him talk that way pushed me over the edge once more. I moaned from
deep in my being as my kitty-pen tightened and milked his ramming cock.

"I love you too, daddy....  Please, please, please," I sounded as if I was
on the verge of tears.

"Shh, shh," he soothed me as his hips moved in gentle circles, staying
fully embedded inside my pen. "You are so small and light, like a toy doll.
Your pussy's so tight, and it feels so good."

"It feels good; so good," I responded. "Can't stop.  Won't stop."

"Good girl, there's nothing to be afraid of."

It was the most gentle he had been, and it took no time at all for me to
fall over the edge, spiraling into a delicious orgasm. When it hit me that
time I almost threw daddy off me, my entire body tensed as it went into
overdrive and I nearly fainted from the feeling. I lurched and moaned and
gyrated like a mad woman.

"Please daddy, let's not stop.  It feels so good.  I love you."

He needed no more encouragement. As I clenched around him, it ignited his
release, and he slid into me, gasping out my name in desperate wonder.

"Oh Penelope!"  He yelled the cry of our `Great Game', "I love you!  And
you love me!  Here cums daddy!  One, two, three!"

He thrust hard and deep. My father's manly face was severe, screwed into a
grimace of intent, his clenched teeth resolute and extreme. He humped me so
hard the old sofa was bouncing and I was holding onto him. He was
everywhere, overwhelming me, almost suffocating.  He moved quickly and
furiously inside me, his breathing harsh at my ear, and my body responded,
melting around him. My daddy slammed into me hard, and held it pushing
against my crotch. Abruptly, and all too soon, he became still as he found
his release, air hissing through his teeth. I clutched him and he quivered,
gushing spurts of illicit and life-giving sperm inside my swollen kitty. He
was silent and panting on top of me. I'd never felt anything so wonderful.

"I enjoyed that," he whispered, and then kissed me sweetly.

It was heavenly, too. I had felt him lose his grip. I'd stared into his
wide and expressive eyes, not believing how focused he seemed to be, it was
almost like he was ready to explode. Then watching my father cum, his teeth
clenched, his eyes shut, his body jerking at me. He'd lost all control over
his body, his mind, over me. I did that to him. That was my power, that was
what I did to him, and it was a gratifying, conquering feeling. The greater
their strength – the greater my triumph, I thought. I had known only the
boyish caresses of Cobby, and I flashed onto my brother's gentle face at
this same extremity; so young, narrow and smooth, red hair wild, grinning,
greedy, taking delight in his surprising theft of his sister's forbidden
fruit, freely offered. Yet now I found myself in the grip of something
infinitely more powerful, a desire so violent it seemed devouring.

Then daddy collapsed on top of me, and I fell backwards and nearly lost
consciousness. I was rubbing my cheek against his now relieved face, as my
father's body quaked against mine. Still breathing hard he gently kissed
me, both of our bodies weak from the ecstasy. His body sank down on me so I
felt his entire, delicious weight on me. He was so heavy. I was not ready
to let him go.

I was hot and perspiring. He about slid off me as he rolled to the side,
then over and pulled me on top of him. We lay there for a while, his
diminishing cock deep in my still pulsing kitty-pen. I lay there on his
chest for the last few humps I was able to muster. Our bodies pressed
against each other, making my breasts stick to my dad's chest. My hands
wandered over daddy's body, touching his face and running my fingers over
his lips, and feeling down to the the wet that pressed out from between our
bodies.

"If I'd only known," I mused, "I'd have come to you long ago."

Daddy sucked my fingers into his mouth, licking and tasting our combined
sticky flavors. This sent an electric tremor all through me which was
answered by one of his own.

"Oh!  You've made daddy cum again, Penelope!"

***
FORBIDDEN  FRUIT

We were sweaty, slimy and tired. His dick was limp inside me but it was
there. Neither of us was able to move for several minutes.  I was beat and
happy and relaxed.

"Are you sore?" he asked.

"A little," I confessed.

"I like you sore," his eyes smoldered.  "Reminds you where I've been!"

He grabbed my chin and kissed me roughly. I reached between my legs,
feeling my father's softening cock slowly slip out of me, his cum and my
wetness trickling out of my kitty.

"I almost can't believe that I've actually fucked my own daughter.  I feel
bad.  You are just a kid.  Cute, sure, but still a kid, a schoolgirl.  And
I had led you on, flattered by your attention, the loose shirt and panties,
your scent."

He reached for his undershorts on the floor to wipe off the cum that was
oozing out of me.

"Penelope, your own father may have just made you pregnant."  Laughing he
said, "Oh yes there will be more, but right now daddy needs a nap!"

Closing my eyes, I fell asleep with my leg around my father, my hand curled
around his penis.  When I awoke with the dawn light at the window, I was
naked and he too, but half covered by the blanket. I studied him. My
father's body was the body of an athlete, lean, blond, muscular. His head
was handsome, strong; his yellow hair had a hint of thinning at the top and
was more pale. I looked at him admiringly; he opened his eyes and
smiled. His physical beauty gave him a grandeur, and I vibrated at his
nearness. He began to kiss me and I felt dreamy again. I put my hand on his
hard penis. I let him take me again almost as if to make sure that I had
not made it all up.  This man who could make his cock burn through my whole
body and kiss me as if it were to be the last kiss, this man was my
father. And there were other times that morning when he came into me with
that tremendous big brute thing he had and gave me his seed, the last just
moments before I had to run out to catch the afternoon train to Toronto and
then to home.

"Hey, our mother Magdalena isn't here, but don't get any ideas.  We can not
do it again.  It is over, it is too dangerous.  Will you miss me?"

I gazed at my father, surprised by the question.

"Yes," I answer honestly.

...

The old caretaker Morris drove me back to the station, chuckling with his
deep laugh while I put myself together in the car. The joys of that long
night still ran through my body as my father's seed dried on my thighs.

"You lookin' mighty swell today, Miss Penelope," Morris confided in his
warm bass voice.  "And smellin' oh so rich from your visit with Jesse, your
dad.  He's a fine one to dance with, aint he?  Could be you'll have some
swelling come of all this, could be!  Ha, ha, ha!"

Old Morris sang low and sweetly, "Picture a little love nest, down where
the roses cling. Picture that same sweet love nest; think what a year will
bring, ...from makin' whoopee!"

I carried my father's child in my womb; brother Cobby was safe!

Hugs and Kisses,  PENELOPE
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<to be continued>