Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 11:18:43 -0500
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #28'(bi inc GB BB BGB cons)[28!28]

'Cob 'n Pen #28'(bi inc GB  BB  BGB cons)[28!28]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
attribution from personal, family, public, and other sources. It is a
pastiche of original material as well as revised versions of a number of
story fragments borrowed liberally from elsewhere. All of the characters in
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Comments welcome: Contact cobschwann@gmail.com.  This is the final
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criticism, story suggestion, and arousing personal remembrance. Wonderful!
Thank you!  JSS

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Cob `n Pen #28

Summary: Final episode: 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:  Three Letters – Letter #1 from Penelope;
Letter #2 from Jacob;  Letter #3 from Penelope;  Post Scripts


>>>LETTER  #1  FROM  PENELOPE
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Dear UNCLE DOCTOR
From PENELOPE
Pike Lake Crossroad shotgun bungalow, winter-spring 1936 - 1937

I finally turned 14 on November 2nd that year, and I was with child.

I was a child myself, yet my father got me pregnant [Episodes #26,
#27]. Thus I fulfilled my function as a fertile Cainan Faith Community girl
to provide offspring for the next generation of consanguineous kinfolk. The
point was that my beloved older brother Jacob, Cobby, did not get me in a
family way. Not from want of trying [Episodes #18, #19, #20, #21, #22]. For
if he had knocked me up, he'd be tortured, castrated, and hung until dead
out at the Hanging Tree by the Black Coat incest vigilantes – as had
happened to our 15 year old Grandfather Josiah [Episodes #4, #23]. So I was
`visibly enciente' in order to protect my Cobby!

As Old Aunt Elsa predicted, one gravid week after another went by and my
itsy breasts stuck out more and the nipples were always swollen. My butt
began to look pear-shaped rather than round like a sweet tomato. I was a
small girl, a ninth grade swimmer and diver, and suddenly I had a big beach
ball for a belly. The only comfortable thing to wear was a pajama top and
nothing else. Even Cobby's felt too restricting, so I went back to wearing
immense Cousin Max's giant red flannel top [Episode #17]. Of course my now
16 year old brother noticed my changes. I was getting lazier and Cobby did
all the chores around our little shotgun bungalow. Our mom, Magdalena,
herself pregnant with Cobby's baby [Episodes #24, #25], spent her time over
at the red brick farmhouse with Old Aunt Elsa. Our mom had definitely been
in one of her up moods when she enticed her son-grandson Cobby to
inseminate her and conception happened. And then when her dark, sour temper
returned she barely gave our Jacob the time of day. So he and I were
getting closer once more, and now and then I invited him to sleep in my big
green bed with me because I needed to be held. Our relationship had gone
back to being purely sister and brother.  Nothing more.  Mostly.

Being so expectant – I seemed ready to pop any day – I felt body
aches and tension. At night I'd complain and moan from the discomfort and
I'd ask Cobby to give me a rubdown. My brother was so adorable now: a child
of 16, wild red head of hair, dimpled grin and square chin, taller and lean
with his hard stringy muscles. He still climbed rope at the Old Drill Hall
gymnasium, while at home he hopped about like an acrobatic toddler who'd
never grow up. As always at night he wore only his pajama bottoms. I patted
my bed covers and he sat down and started to undo my big red flannel top. I
went ahead and slipped out of it and lay all exposed. Now Cobby had spent a
lot of time with my naked body, but never guessed he'd be doing this while
I was pregnant. He told me that I presented a whole new aspect of `beauty
and art'. He said he admired the two budding hills on my chest.

"Gosh," Cobby teased, "being pregnant is making you develop bigger bosoms."

I smiled in spite of myself as he came to the even bigger mountain below.

"Oh sis," he said. "Your fit-to-bust tummy is a work of art all its own.
You're funny lookin' for a little kid.  But you are so cute.  You're
beautiful!"

I knew he was staring at me and I blushed, "I'm sorry, Cobby, to stick you
with this."

He did not answer me but his hand rubbed the skin over my shoulder as I lay
in bed. That familiar thrill took over as he touched my body, it brought to
mind when daddy had cum in me and filled me with child. My breasts became
taut and the nipples popped up. My legs were close together but my swollen
vagina stood out right there. Cobby traced his finger down my breasts and
made me pant. He squeezed my nipples and kissed them and I trembled. My
brother was no longer giving me just a massage; he triggered my need. His
hand explored my swollen belly and circled my pop-up belly button just like
my nipples, and his kisses followed, reminiscent of our first times
`playing doctor' [Episode #14]. I got moist and was given many small gifts
of pleasure which countered my soreness. He moved down to my kitty-pen, and
whisked my new scant pubic hair with his fingertips, grinning as he did
so. Cobby moved closer to my wetness as he touched the small crevice
between the lips.

"I smell you now," he murmured.

"Yeah," I sighed.  "And I smell you!"

His long thin penis poked out of his pajama fly and was hard with a mucousy
string dripping from the tip.

"And you are slippery," he whispered as he slowly dipped his finger into my
vagina while moving lower, kissing and licking all the way.

There was nothing I could do. The sweet sensations swirling around from his
tongue sent me over the edge moaning and groaning in sweet pleasure. I
stopped him all of a sudden.

"No Cobby, not this much.  We mustn't...."

"Sorry sis," he apologized while licking his lips and pulled away.  "I
guess I've overdone it."

***

When I woke up the next morning, Cobby was lying by my side with his head
propped on his hand looking at me with a smile. I was still naked, he still
in his pj bottoms.

"I am just admiring your beauty," he said simply.

We both looked down over my landscape as I lay on my back. Pokey round
breasts, mounded belly, the lips of my kitty-pen swollen with the few
tender wisps of new pubic hair waving about. We both giggled because my
nubbin, my clitoris, was poking out above my kitty-pen; and there was his
hardon tenting up his pajamas.

"These two bits of our anatomy are insisting that we fuck," he sighed
primly. "But....  As your older brother, and soon to be new uncle to your
offspring, my intentions are now honorably different.  My love for my
pregnant sister makes me stop!"

I gave him a smile.

"How about it Cobby," I giggled. "Just like the old days, a must-have
shower together!" [Episode #10]

I heaved off the bed and ran from our bedroom across the hall to the crummy
little bath where the door never shut tight. Cobby was right behind me and
I turned to undo the string tie on his pajamas and they fell to the
floor. Heat rushed through my body as I saw that boy's slender muscular
body in the all together. His cob, his penis, was hard as a rock as he came
closer. I held his hands in mine and stretched up to give him a smooch on
the lips, he being so much taller than me.  Cobby stooped to adjust the tub
faucets for the rubber-hosed spritzer stuck up high which answered for a
shower head. I moved closer to slide my hands over his tight bum, and when
he stood back up the tip of his prick touched me just above my big belly.

I gasped, "You're being naughty to your little sister!"

Together we stepped under the water inside the small circular shower
curtain and started to soap ourselves. Cobby placed his hands on mine and
took control of sudsing me up.  He soaped my shoulders and my breasts,
cupping them. His thumb circled my nipples and I felt his hardness brush
against me.

"This feels nice," I said, putting my hands to his face and stroking the
slight down on his cheeks.  "And I don't feel we are betraying our parents,
do you?  I mean, you got mom that way, and dad got me this way.  Dad's away
at the inebriate asylum, and mom's off in the clouds somewhere.  It's okay
if we are sweet to each other, isn't it?"

I came closer to my big brother and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss in
the center of his chest, which was all I could reach.  I felt so close to
him and I gave another kiss.  I forgot what was happening and threw my arms
about the back of his neck and held on.  My brother looked shocked, like a
kid trapped in a spin-the-bottle game. But he gamely planted his tongue on
my mouth and searched deep. We stood close with locked lips, drawing in one
another's juices as if it were nectar from the gods.  I wriggled against
his teener body, pressing his groin, trapping his hardon between us,
masturbating him with my big rotating belly.  He kissed me back
single-mindedly for the longest time, the warm water splashing over us and
swirling down to the drain. His arms stretched down my back and he grabbed
a buttock in each hand.  He squeezed my cheeks and a fantastic finger found
my butt hole and screwed into me like once-upon-a-time at our Green Grotto
[Episode #22]. We forgot what was happening as our kisses grew wild. My
`climax-surprise' overtook me and I melted against my brother, barely able
to stand while clinging to him. I felt his body jolt stiffly and his penis
leaped, exploding at my belly, adding to the suds and jerking about.

I was shocked by what had happened. My mood flipped back and forth. I
really thought we were beyond that. We were 14 and 16, after all, not
little kids. He had been with our mom and me with our dad and
everything.... We immediately broke off.

"Great Cainan!  Sis, I'm sorry...."

I looked down at my belly and saw all that sperm dripping down toward my
kitty-pen. I guess we were both embarrassed. Cobby left the bathroom and I
tried unsuccessfully to shut the door after him. I touched my body, rubbing
his sperm over me like soap. I felt funny. I took a fingertip of his sperm
and slid it into my mouth while still rubbing my belly and my crotch. The
taste in the mouth and the feel down below were nasty and wonderful, I
thought.

***

Like chastened children, we stayed away from each other all that day. At
night, back in our over-heated cramped shared bedroom with all the mirrors,
Cobby had both his pajama bottoms and his top on, and had retreated to the
lower mattress of his bunk bed, and was hiding with the covers just about
over his head. The Schwann family crazy-quilt was back up on the clothes
line strung down the center of the room dividing his side once more from
mine. But my big green bed had been freshly turned down, by Cobby of
course. Cobby 'sent me flowers' - a green leaf of kale he'd plucked from
the winter garden was stuck in a jelly jar on the window sill between our
beds.

"Cobby, honestly, you are such a sweet brother," I murmured.

Soon I was snuggled under my blanket, lying on my side, folding my body
about my growing belly, sucking my thumb. I heard the screech of my
brother's bed springs once, so he must have turned over to beat off, I
figured. I drifted into half sleep. Then all at once he was at my bedside,
lifting the blanket, sliding in behind me, the feel of his cotton pj's
against my backside, cuddling up to me – spoons. This was something from
our earliest days [Episodes #1, #2].  He waited awhile, and then began to
touch me. I was so sleepy, I did not respond. He reached around and stroked
my stiff nipples through the huge red flannel top I was wearing. He touched
them and played with them. Then his hand found the button-less front
flaps. He gently unwrapped it, laying me open to him, and I turned more on
my back, exposing my breasts and belly and vulva.  His palm rested on my
knee and slid upward. He murmured about the softness of my leg. I drifted
off. Then he rustled about and stood by the bed and climbed back in close
to me. His now naked skin pulled in close to mine, cool, silky, giving,
firm. He had shed his pajamas. With boyish enthusiasm his hands pulled my
legs apart, out in the open air. My primitive scent was released from my
vagina. He traced along my swollen lips and lightly rested his finger at my
opening. I turned my head drowsily in the moonlight coming in at the single
window. I looked at him, and he leaned and kissed my hand as I sucked my
thumb, which fell from my mouth and he kissed my lips.

I felt him insert his finger inside me down below and I called out,
quietly.  I listened to his breathing, or maybe it was mine, as he stroked
inside slowly.  He stroked faster, and my pen welcomed his second
finger. He continued exploring and dipped further into my deepest end. I
moved as I moaned. My body began to writhe, never knowing the cause as I
descended into sleep again. Dreamily I reached to touch him, his hard soft
warm cool young body. His arm muscles worked as his fingers made love to
me. His neck and chest and flat belly and outie belly button. His round
bottom and wiry thighs. His furry balls and straight rod, so hard, so long,
swollen at the tip, dripping.  He brought his lips to my vagina and kissed
me all over there and I blossomed awake and then drifted down, lower,
slower.  My fragrance was very strong and seemed to make him suck more.  I
held his erection. It was waiting for its turn. His hands gently spread my
thighs as I lay full on my back in the moonlight, still half asleep, like a
dream, an amorous dream, a night dream. He was above me, between my legs,
looming over me, a vision of naked boy, like our very first time. The tip
of his cob touched my engorged pen lips. He seemed to be trembling. He
pushed gradually into me until pressing my end and then withdrew the full
length, tapping his tip upon my skin. He slowly reentered and was
still. His body twitched and held, he made little gasping sighs. He seemed
to hold above me as though waiting as my innards came all on their own and
began their rhythmic clutching about him, and I gave a series of little
cries, like a pussy cat. He withdrew his penis. I could feel the slick
fluids dripping from me.  Was that a sign of intercourse?  That was not
supposed to happen, was it, since I was pregnant? I was too sleepy to
respond. He tugged the flannel top about me and hugged in beside me all
satisfied and we slept.

I awoke hours later. It was dark. The moon had set.  I moaned in
pain. Another painful spasm in my womb. It hurt. He woke up beside me, and
came closer to me.

"A cramp," I complained. "In my belly.  Ow...!"

Huh?" he said guiltily, suddenly aware of being stripped bare, as though he
might be the cause of my pain.

"It's just a 'fruitful cramp'. Old Aunt Elsa told me about them in
pregnancy. But it hurts."

I moaned as I felt for his hand and placed it on my kitty-pen.

"Please rub me.  Cobby, please."

The left over secretions must have been thick to start with, then as he
rubbed the juices got thinner and it was easier. I placed my hand on top of
his. I felt the crusty areas on my labia where his sperm might have dried.
He spread my oozings over that and everything softened. I moaned so he
would speed up the movement. His finger was already there, but I inserted
mine into me along with it. We joined together in a faster stroke.

"Ow..., the cramp....  I need you inside me," I whispered, panting.

I grabbed for him with my other hand. His erection was not full, but he
scrambled on to me like a horny puppy, his long naked body stretching over
mine.

"Sorry Cobby.  I just need this."

I guided his floppy cock to my vagina as it developed a bit of backbone. I
brought it in me and he slowly started to grow inside. I felt relief as he
filled me. I positioned myself slightly and felt better. I wiggled out of
my red flannel pajama top as I felt his movement in me. Now both of us were
naked.

"Please don't spill inside me," I begged, worried that it might start
things before their time.

Cobby bent closer to me and kissed my lips.  I got mad.  We were not making
love!  I was doing this for my cramp!  I let him kiss me but not do other
things. Yes, I was asking my brother to have intercourse with me, but we
were not making love. I sensed he was really unsure.

"Are you okay Penny?" Cobby asked uncertain.

"It's because of the pain I don't like," I tried to explain.

I felt his warmth and his adolescent strength. He rocked a bit inside,
which I knew was to keep it hard. My cramp had definitely eased a bit, but
it felt nice to have my brother's penis inside me. It felt heavenly when it
moved. I wanted this to last and I wanted him to talk.

"Cobby, did you ever make love with others?" I asked.

"Yeah...," he said frankly as his penis hardened more. I knew my brother
was getting interested in this topic and I pushed my kitty to him a
little. "Mom of course," he said in a half whisper. "And Steven [Episode
#16]. And Mickey [Episode #12]. And then not very successfully with a girl
from school so she'd say I was not with you [Episode #21]. I thought about
it with Pin-up Suzie...."

"Are you okay inside me?" I asked feeling his penis pushing at the upper
wall.

"Yeah..., can I rock inside you?"

"What's it like with me?  What's different...?"

He was silent as he held himself within me.

"When I get on top of you and put it in and you grab me tight....  Our two
bodies, bodies from the same womb, hugging, uniting, mating.  And then I
cum in you and it's the best feeling ever.  To cum in my own sister is so
special – it feels so right and so natural, and so forbidden and wrong.
And we're kids!  It just can't get any better than this."

"Jacob, I'm not having intercourse with you. You're inside me to relieve my
pain," but I grinned.

"Please sis, only this once and we'll forget the whole thing," he begged as
his cob was hitting me inside.

"Um....  Not too much please....  I don't want you to spill inside me," I
warned.

My brother rocked slowly inside me as I answered his rhythm. He got closer
to me and my breasts crushed against his chest. I felt the seep of liquid
from his penis in me as I told him to stop.

"Did you cum?" I asked worriedly.

"Nah sis.  It's only just precum...."

"Don't you know that can also get a girl pregnant," I grumbled

"Yeah..., but you are pregnant already," as he pushed a little further.

"Ugh...!" I let out a sharp pant.

He started to rock me again as I met his pace. We were shagging like an old
married couple. I started to have an orgasm and all my discomforts
disappeared. I squealed with pleasure. I panted heavily, afraid his cock
would blow any second. Cobby went slower to control himself and began
politely to pull out like I asked him to. Then all at once his boyish face
looked shocked and he exploded inside me. I could tell. But I was in the
midst of a total climax-surprise and I could not react to his shooting his
load in me. He took his softened penis from my hole. I realized what he had
done. I felt ashamed and started crying.

"What have you done to me, Cobby?"

"I don't get it," he said. "You let me fuck you but cry over my spilling
sperms in you?  Why would you get upset?  You're already pregnant."  He
looked thoughtful.  "Hmm..., you are pregnant.  Okay, okay, I get it.  I
apologize, Penny.  Sorry.  I truly am."

Then like a kid with a valentine, he started to express his feelings to me.

"Penelope, I-I-I think I'm in love with you," he said honestly.  "I promise
to take care of you.  Forever."

I sang Cobby a lullaby , " 'Beloved brother, you are a spring, a fountain
in the gardens. Flowing fresh, living waters welling, streaming down from
Cainan-land upon me.' " (Canticles of Cainan 4: 15)

And he sang back to me, " 'My sister, your mouth and lips and secret cave
have the best nectar, flowing sweetly, moving gently over me, gliding over
the lips of those about to sleep.' " (Canticles of Cainan 7: 9)

Hugs and kisses, from PENELOPE

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>>> LETTER  #2  FROM  JACOB
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Dear UNCLE DOCTOR
From JACOB
Quebec, summertime 1937

In March, 1937 our mom delivered my infant daughter Lileth, and my sister
Penny gave birth to our dad's baby son Jazeniah [Episodes #24, #25, #26,
#27].

Both children were suckled at our mother Magdalena's ample breasts, and
would be well raised by her and Old Aunt Elsa in the brick farmhouse at
Pike Lake Crossroads. My kid sister Penny was now a mother. She was given
the ancient salves and elixirs which restored her body like new. And at 16
I was a father – a father of my own baby sister! I was a sophomore in
high school, I liked to sleep late, to eat cherry preserves with fresh
bread and butter, to run with my dog Patches in the woods, to climb rope in
gymnastics, to beat off fantasizing about the boys' bodies in the Old Drill
Hall shower, and particularly to feel up my baby sister's well-formed 14
year old swimmer's body and shag with her and shag with her and shag with
her.

But nothing stayed the same. When news of the unrecorded births reached
Mount Forest, the Ladies Law and Order Society figured I was involved
somehow, and they incited the Black Coat Incest Vigilantes to act. Just in
time immense Cousin Max got me on a train to Toronto with a change to
Montreal and on to Quebec for a happy stay with my best friend Mickey
Sylvester [Episode #12]. Penny was to join us there soon.

QUEBEC OLD TOWN

Mickey and I shared a top story garret in an old 17th century warehouse
which had been turned into a tenement. We looked out over the cobbled
streets of lower Old Quebec and on to the river.  We lived on strong coffee
and crusty bread and cheese ends and called `bonjour' to our neighbors
morning and evening.  I went to night school and we both worked for the
interurban electric rail. Mickey was 18 and doing labor organizing, and he
was soon to head overseas as an ambulance driver for the International
Brigade in the Spanish Civil War.

I was still a kid and I thrilled to Mickey's animal nature. Not as tall as
me, but much more muscular and powerful and handsome, he odd-jobbed posing
nude for art classes, looking like a living Rodin statue. He'd get taken
home by some old fop in a toupee, or a grande dame with a mansion and come
back with fistfuls of cash.  Or he'd bring home a young art student, a
delicate boy or lovely girl – some child, and he would teach them the
living passion to be revealed when they next sketched him in class. Late
one night Mickey came in from his adventures to find me standing with my
back to the mantle, waiting. I was restless. I'd gotten a telegram from my
little sister Penny. She was coming to join us in Quebec. This would change
things for Mickey and I.

Before I could speak Mickey cried out, "I need three things to make me feel
alive. One is to smoke hashish, the other is to be soothed by you Jake, and
the third is a girl. But there's no one to smoke with, since you won't. And
we don't have a live-in woman yet. And I know you have no interest in me
tonight, do you Jake?  Ah me!" He held the back of his hand to his forehead
in a dramatic gesture.  "Is there nothing to do but suffer my own
loneliness?"

He must have seen my face light up in a sudden smile, "Mickey, you need
somebody to take the edge off, the right somebody."

The smirk in Mickey's eyes was surprising. He looked me over. It was the
pure gleam of relief.

"You might try knocking something about," I suggested, since he had trained
as a wrestler in high school.

Mickey smiled.

"Perhaps," he said.  "So long as it was `a something' worth fighting."

There was a pause during which each of us took the measure of the other.
We had not done anything like this for such a long time [Episode #12].

"So you think you might take me down?" I said.

"You Jake?  Well!  Perhaps...!  In a friendly kind of way, of course."

Mickey looked up at me, and his eyes flashed like the eyes of a young
stallion, overwrought, turned glancing backwards.

"Shall we do it?"

Mickey kept glancing at me, as if looking for something.

"Let's do some wrestling," I said.

A queer, smiling look tightened Mickey's face for a moment, as he said,
"Good.  I'd like that very much."  Mickey turned to me with his eyes lit
up.  "To wrestle with someone very quick and slippery and full of electric
fire!  What a curious sort of fluid force wrestlers seem to have in them,
when they are hot and roused; there is a definite attraction, a curious
kind of full electric fluid, like eels!"

Mickey latched the door and pushed the furniture aside. The room was small,
but it was thickly carpeted with old rugs and the throws from the
settee. Mickey got really excited and we began to wrestle together for
real, like two contenders. He spared me no tricks. He got me on the floor
with my legs around his neck, then on the bed with my head thrown back
touching the floor. I thought my back would break. We writhed in all kinds
of poses, twisting each other around. I loved his strength and heft. I
panted. I struck my head against the leg of a chair. We wrestled for such a
long time, we were both exhausted. We fell on the floor. My trousers were
torn, the belt was pulled off. My shirt was hanging out. We laughed
together. I lay back panting. Then he buried his head under my shirt and
began kissing my belly and pulling down my pants.

"Well then," said Mickey, "shall we strip and do it properly?"

He quickly threw off his clothes, and waited for me. By the time I stripped
we were in a wild uproar. I looked white and freckly and thin with my wild
red hair, coming over to him. Whereas Mickey himself was concrete and
noticeable, a noble blond, a piece of pure solid substance. Mickey made a
step toward me, I took to shaking. I felt myself reaching towards him. And
my hands closed on the naked body of that magnificent youth. In another
moment, I had Mickey swung over lightly and balanced against my knee, head
downwards.

"Now," I said, "You let me take you so...."

Relaxed, Mickey sprang to his feet with eyes glittering.

"That's smart," he said. "Now try again."

So we began to struggle together. We were very different. I was tall and
narrow, my bones were very thin and fine, like my dangling prick. Mickey
was shorter, much heavier yet more supple. His bones were strong and round,
his limbs were rounded, all his contours were beautifully and fully
molded. He seemed to stand with a proper, rich weight on the face of the
earth, his stub of a cock as solid as he was. We stopped, we argued
techniques, we practiced grips and throws, we got reacquainted with each
other, to each other's rhythm, we got a kind of mutual physical
understanding. And then again we had a real struggle. Mickey flushed red
where he was touched, and I remained white and tense. So we wrestled
swiftly, rapturously, intent and mindless at last, two figures struggling
into a tighter closer oneness. We were a strange, octopus-like knotting and
flashing of limbs in the soft light of the room; a tense knot of bare flesh
gripped in silence between the walls of old brown books.

At last Mickey lay back on the carpet, his breast rising in great slow
panting, while I crumpled over him, gasping for breath. I was much more
exhausted. The room seemed to tilt and sway, and a complete darkness came
over my mind. I don't know what happened. I slid forward, aware only of the
strange tilting and sliding of the earth. The world was sliding, everything
was sliding off into the darkness. And I was sliding, endlessly, endlessly
away, flowing on top of his body. We rested dimly, in a sort of not-being,
for many uncounted, unknown minutes.

"Of course," panted Mickey, his strong stubby fingers stroking my back, "I
didn't get rough with you.  I had to keep back my..., my force.  I could
have thrown you, been violent," panted Mickey. "But you beat me right
enough."

We both chuckled.

"Yep," I said.  "You're much stronger than I.  You could beat me easily."

I put out my hand. Mickey's hand closed warm and sudden over mine. We
remained exhausted and breathless.

"We are mentally, spiritually intimate, therefore we should be more or less
physically intimate too.  It is more whole," said Mickey thoughtfully.

"I think you are beautiful," I said to Mickey.  "And I enjoy that. One
should enjoy what is given.  We should enjoy everything."

Mickey laughed in his throat, and said, "Anyway, I feel freer and more open
now, and that's what I want. To feel you completely."

I laughed. Mickey was broad and handsome. I thought of the difference
between him and me.  As different perhaps as a man from a woman, yet in
another direction. But really it was Penny, it was my 14 year old sister
who came to mind at that moment. Mickey was becoming dim again.

"Today when I picked up the telegram from Penelope....  She is coming
here."

"And what did you do then?"

"I walked out of the wire office and came right here to you."

"You came straight here?"

"Yes."

Mickey stared in surprise, amused at my confession. He could not take it
in. All naked he leaned back against the bed frame, filled with delight.

"Well, that's good," he said. "And so you came here to wrestle with your
good angel, did you?"

"Did I?  My better angel?  Mickey I think..., I love her," I said.

Mickey listened for a moment with pleasure, as if it were something done
specially to please him. He nodded his head slowly.

"Can you and I love one another Jake, the two of us, or do we hate
ourselves for loving each other?  You know Jake," he said, "I've gone after
girls and been keen enough over some of them.  But I've never felt love.  I
don't believe I've ever felt as much love for a girl as I have for you,
Jake.  You understand what I mean?"  He put his hand to his breast, closing
his fist there, as if he would draw something out.  "I mean that; that I
can't describe what it is, but I know it. Do you think I'll ever feel that
for a woman?"  he asked anxiously.

"I don't know," I said. "I couldn't say."

***

We stood up, naked like two Greek boys on a wrestling mat, then fell upon
each other. It was like the continuation of our grand wrestling match, for
I fought him. But every move only made him press harder with his knees, his
hands, his mouth. He half dragged, half carried me to the bed. Mickey and I
were bed brothers. We always used dirty words, told bawdy stories, laughed
about sex. I loved the fire and angry demons in Mickey, biting, snarling at
me. Mickey was wild with that desire to hurt, to bend me to his will; my
struggling merely warmed his muscles, his anger. I did not feel a thing
what with the effect of his body on mine.

As he took me, breaking into my arse hole with his short, thick, cork of a
penis, he bit into me, adding pain. Mickey's member pushed, expanded,
pushed more and then slid fully into my butt. Then it flexed and I was full
of this wonderful youth. He held still. I relaxed and gave his cock several
squeezes of my ass muscles. We fell on the floor, the dust bunnies got into
our throats. Our fucking was wild and cruel, an animal attack in which one
strived to rape the other, to force one's way into the other and hurt with
violence and desire. Wherever he touched me, I burned. So after the initial
pain and he was up inside me, it seemed as if my very being was on fire for
him too.

We were still kissing, manhandling each other and Mickey got a second
erection. I straddled him face to face and took his penis between my hands
and pushed it high up in me again, and stronger than the pain, was the
rapture of his moving inside of me. We thought we were going crazy. What we
hated above all was the guy who wilted, grew small and weak. Mickey rolled
us so he was on top with my legs spread wide. His hissing breath in my ear
and lashing tongue across the sweat of my neck told me we were about to
blow our store of sperm. His body went completely rigid with his hips
flexed forward so that his cock was buried as far up in me as it was
possible for that short hard rod to penetrate. I imagined the crown
swelling as obscenely as a tennis ball and the piss slit opening. Then it
happened for him. I pictured his organ pumping his cum from his balls, up
his shaft and exploding from his cock washing my bowels with hot semen. He
pumped and pumped and spurted, and came in me. I was being bathed with
beautiful boy cumming and I loved it.

All of this flashed across my mind as my own body responded and didn't want
to be left behind. My cock, crushed as it was between our bellies, well
lubed but trapped, gave its usual fine performance and jetted my boy cum
up, over and across us both. A flood of white jerk squished out and spread
over our torsos. I felt my hot discharge run down my sides and nearly lost
consciousness. My usual five powerful spurts of cum was followed by long
gushes that dribbled and flowed across muscle. I loved Mickey's weight on
me. A semi-dead weight of spent maleness. Some minutes later is when I felt
his cock start to relax and withdraw. I wasn't going to let that
happen. Last thing I wanted was for him to pull his cock out of me. Great
Cainan! I felt the life return to his cock as it responded to my muscles
trapping its withdrawal. I started a squeeze and release motion with my ass
muscles, like sucking. He responded with strong flexes of his hard, hot
organ. He was rock hard again and gave in to his sexual drive to thrust
into my warm and obviously wet rear. He sat up before me and tried to use
my cum soaked chest for leverage but slipped and broke out laughing.

"Shit, Jake. You're covered in your own sperm."

True, I was. My load had sprayed over while his had clogged my bottom. My
fingers wiped over me and I smeared it on my lips as I pulled towards him
for a sloppy cum kiss. Mickey was a natural at sex. Virile, strong, hung
and full. I wanted him to stay in. I squeezed and trapped his deflating
member. When it was over, I yearned for him again.

My `wrestling holds' would put Mickey in such a state that he begged, "Take
me!"

I pretended to refuse to cornhole him, just to see him rolling in exquisite
agony, on the verge of another orgasm that did not want to come, and
needing me only to touch and enter his ass hole with the tip of my penis. I
learned to tease him more, to pull out from his butt when he was about to
cum. I would roll cruelly on my side away from him then and pretend to be
asleep. Mickey would lie there, tortured by the need to be touched again,
afraid to awaken me. He would edge close to me, place his penis against my
ass, trying to move against it, to cum just by touching me, but he could
not, and then I would wake up and begin stroking him and sucking him
again. We went on and onceaselessly. We did it so often that it was like
torture. His face swelled up from the kissing, and I had his teeth marks
all over my body.

***

The next week Penny moved in. So it was not too great a surprise that
Mickey and I became milk brothers. Like campers sharing a bunk, the two of
us split the big bed that filled most of our one room, and Penny used the
settee on the far side when she was not in with us, welcoming each of us in
our turn or together. Mickey and I always tried to cum deep in her little
kitty-pen, her vagina. She liked it like that. I knew the feeling of
Mickey's first squirt – like a gunshot! And I knew my little sister felt
it too, deep up inside when she jumped suddenly. Penny tended to stay hot
after we boys climaxed, so we just fondled her until one or the other of us
was ready again.  We all joked that as she walked about the Old City she
left a tell-tale trail of semen, by which we could have followed her easily
anywhere.

We three were very happy with our months of living together.

Your's truly, JACOB

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>>> LETTER  #3  FROM  PENELOPE
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Dear UNCLE DOCTOR
From PENELOPE
Quebec, summertime 1937

So I moved in with the two naughty boys in the little attic room in Quebec.

WITH MICKEY

I was happy to be with my brother again. I was delivered of our dad's baby,
and Old Aunt Elsa had plied me with nostrums which brought back my 14 year
old body. And now having escaped to Quebec, I discovered a current of
attraction between all three of us kids, purely physical, like a children's
endless game of tag.

"Here we go round the bramble bush, the bramble bush, the bramble bush;
Here we go round the bramble bush; So early in the morning."

Not just with Cobby, but I was always on the verge of getting into bed with
Mickey too. My first time with Mickey, it was Cobby who led him to my
daybed. My brother sat cross-legged fully clothed right next to us and
watched. Mickey slowly undressed me. He took off my socks, his big hands
handling them as if they were tissue paper. He stopped to look at me, he
kissed my feet, he smiled at me. His face was strangely pure, illumined
with a childlike joy. He was awkward with my dress, jerking it over my
head, and I was left with only my panties. Cobby stroked my shoulder with
his fingers, staring at us with an uncertain grin. Mickey stood up and
started to take his clothes off. He didn't leave anything, as my brother
and I watched fascinated. Mickey's young 18 year old physique was hard and
knotted, like a gladiator's. And there it was, his proud manhood, bold and
broad and kind of wet on the tip. He fell on me. As we kissed, his hands
gripped my panties and pulled them to pieces. I felt his penis rigid like a
log on my belly.

Mickey whispered, "You are so delicate, our `lil sis, Penelope.  So small.
I can't believe you really have grown up innards.  I can't believe that
this boy of a brother has been inside you and taken you, and your man of a
father too, and you have delivered a child.  Look!  Look!  See your little
girl lips!  It is just the sex of a small child! A `kitty' you call it."

I was amazed at the exposed knob of Mickey's short massive penis. He told
me this was because his cock had been circumcised, and Cobby's hadn't.
Mickey pushed it down between his legs, as if pushing away his desire for
me because I was so tiny.

He caressed me and mumbled, "It is not possible that you have a woman's
vagina, you are too slight and little. You are but a babe down there."

My legs were pressed together, toes pointed like a diver's. I was nervously
resisting, my sex closed, legs rigid. Mickey labored to melt my rigidity,
my firmness, and he set about doing this with the utmost gentleness and
persistence. I leaned against Mickey's burly body, which was twice the size
of mine, his shoulders so broad and his limbs so powerful. His body smelled
like a forest; it was as if he always lived among trees. Mickey began to
explore me with his big hands, touching me lovingly, very gradually
traveling about my legs, going around every opening and caressing every
curve. He made magic circles with his fingers on my flesh, as if he could
make my blood swirl a little faster, and then faster still. Yet when
Mickey's thick hands reached my thighs and wanted to be allowed between
them, he had to part them with some force. He parted my legs to kiss me
there, and I did open my thighs.

We lay side by side, and kissed and caressed each other in a frenzy. Mickey
was a powerful demon crouching over me, his blond hair long and wild, his
sky blue eyes burning into mine. I was so excited; my entire body was alive
to each caress. He started to finger me, and by then I was moaning so hard
I couldn't even stop. I started to tremble. He asked me if I was sure about
this, and I said yes. He slowly inserted his cock in my tight and baby
sized kitty-pen and it hurt. I really cannot lie about that part.

Mickey took me while Cobby watched, caressing my bare shoulder and stroking
my hair. Mickey's stump, his strong stallion-penis pounded into me, into
the small, delicate child part that mystified him. He withdrew a little,
and pushed all the way up in me. But soon, it started to feel good and I
could not stop moaning. I said his name over and over. There wasn't real
pain, but a terrific feeling of swollenness and expansion. He shook me with
a kind of fury, taking me with such long lasting, stubborn insistence. He
did not stop plowing me until I cried out to be delivered. I knew he was
almost cumming when I started to feel the familiar pleasure inside me. And
we came together, literally with a bang. His cum felt so good dripping from
me, warm and good. By that time neither one of us was conscious. We were
tangled in the bedclothes, half covered, legs and heads entwined. One of my
arms was around Mickey's powerful neck, the other thrown over Cobby, so
slim and slender, who still sat beside me, patting me, cooing at me. Mickey
subsided and slid away.

COBBY'S TURN

I drew my legs up and back, spreading them wide as I had seen our mother do
so long ago, and stretched my arms out to my 16 year old brother. Quickly
pulling off his shirt, trousers, socks and grey Camp Cainan boxer shorts as
if stripping for a skinny-dip, Cobby clambered on the bed with the two of
us and sidled between my legs. We were children still, sister and brother,
having played this ever surprising game so many times now. I reached for
his boy-cock, elongated and narrow. It felt hot and smooth, soft and yet
hard. With delicious familiarity I guided the tip to the entrance of my
hole and into my slit. I felt his foreskin get pushed back from the round
glans as he lowered himself onto me. His end slipped easily into me at
first given all of Mickey's cum, and then he was all the way up me and I
could feel his smooth, tight balls press in between my thighs. His cock
felt so much better inside me than my dad's or Mickey's; firm, hot, and
filling me just the right way. My own brother began to move in me, and it
felt wonderful. Raising my thighs to grip his narrow waist, crossing my
arms over his thin back, I then grasped Cobby's tight buttocks with both
hands, pulling him deeper into me.  He moved his cock in and out for no
more than a minute or two before he suddenly went faster and then stopped,
his hips pressed hard. I felt his chest expand and his body twitch. I felt
the faint pulse of pressure deep inside, so gentle compared to Mickey's
bursting. Cobby lay still on me for a minute or two, eyes shut tight and
face contorted, then he relaxed and began to move inside, steadily and
unhurriedly. A familiar pressure began to build in the pit of my belly,
slowly growing until I was hot and excited all over. I became breathless,
shaking as the spreading warmth came over me. I felt I was
suffocating. Cobby heaved up into me, tensing, squirting.

A PAIR OF PENISES

So yes, I kept both Mickey and Cobby at the same time. When I came into
their room after searching the old city for work they responded by hastily
throwing off their clothes. Both their penises would rise and point in my
direction, as if looking specifically for me. I gazed in anticipation at
the two naked boys. The contrast surprised me, for while Mickey was
muscular and stocky, with a short but broad cock, heavy balls and a thick
cover of blond hair on the base of his cock, Cobby was tall yet slender and
strong, and had small balls and fine coils of bright red hair, and a thin
but long cock.

Cobby asked, "Do you want to touch us?"

Both boys stood hip to hip before me, like Boy Scouts stripped and eager
for inspection. I saw their two penises. I took one in each of my
hands. Cobby asked me to press harder; Mickey took my hand in his and
guided me. Soon plentiful white foam fell all over one hand, and thick
milky cream filled the other. Our three tongues licked at their offerings
and I carried the froth between my legs and pushed it up inside until I
whimpered. The two of them kissed me there with the same grateful kisses I
had given them after they had pleasured me.

Later I was impatient to feel my brother's long thin cock inside me, but
Mickey plainly wanted to control the proceedings and insisted that I sit on
the edge of the bed and suck him and Cobby in turn. That was all I needed
to go down right away on them. And I sucked each in turn for several
minutes, one so long and thin and one so mighty around. I started to just
lick the top part of one cock, until I worked my way around and down, one
and then the other. The boys were moaning and I knew that they were really
enjoying it, but they didn't want to cum right away. They said they wanted
to take me. The two of them crouched over me, tiger-like, tearing me open
as it were, caressing me with many hands and mouths and tongues, touching
every part of me, parting my legs, kissing me, biting me, licking me.

"Just a touch," one said, "Just a touch."

I could not move. Cobby bent over me, so delighted and gentle that I did
not move. His hand joined Mickey's.  I had never felt anything like the
boys' fingers softly, softly caressing the skin between my legs without
actually touching my sex. They only once flicked against my labia. Then
their hands slipped down to the little valley around the sex. I was growing
limp and soft. Mickey leaned over and put his mouth on mine, lightly
touching my lips. In a moment Cobby's lips were on mine too, and my mouth
responded and only then did one and then the other touch the tip of my
tongue with theirs. Their hands wandered softly around my sex, and then
around my bottom. It was as if they magnetized my blood to follow the
movements of their hands. Their fingers touched my clitoris so gently, then
slipped between the lips of the vulva. They felt the wetness. The warmth,
the smells... They touched this with delight, kissing me, lifting me so
that my remaining clothes were stripped away. I could not move.

"Just a touch," they repeated gently.

Their fingers moved around my clitoris until the little mound swelled and
hardened. Then I felt as if a reddish-purple seed were bursting in me, a
joy that made me palpitate under their fingers. I kissed each of them with
gratitude. They were smiling.

***

Mickey pushed me back onto the bed and shoved his cock into my cunt
forcefully. Lubricated with my saliva and aided by my growing dampness, his
cock slipped all the way inside me, filling me, and he began the familiar
thrusting rhythm I was eagerly awaiting. As I lay back, knees drawn back to
my chest, small body jolted by the impact of Mickey's strong surging hips,
I looked across at Cobby, wide-eyed and agape like a kid in a candy store,
who stood slowly stroking his long, thin cock as he waited for his
turn. The sight, together with the expectation of what I hoped was to come,
made me almost hysterical with excitement and brought me to climax faster
and more intensely than ever before, and I was close to a second when
Mickey spurted inside me.

I liked to be taken by one, a few minutes after the other had me, like
schoolboys who take turns with a forward girl on the playground. No sooner
had Mickey withdrawn and stepped aside than Cobby was taking his place, his
long, thin cock sliding easily all the way up into my channel,
well-lubricated with Mickey's spunk. Although Cobby's cock failed to fill
and stretch my little cunt the way that Mickey's did, it went in further,
which I found highly exciting. Cobby's hands roamed my body as he made love
to me; teasing my little nipples, which grew exquisitely sensitive in
response. He played in the cleft between my slender buttocks and fingered
my anus, and finally reached down to rub the sensitive spot between my
kitty lips. I had achieved two climaxes with Cobby inside me before the
rhythm of his began to speed up and I felt him springing inside me.

The moment Cobby stopped moving and lay like an exhausted little kid Mickey
was urging him to get off me. As Cobby pulled away, his long cock slipping
from my slit, Mickey encouraged me to turn around on the bed and roll over
to get up on my knees. Even as I was moving into this position that
beautifully muscled lad was climbing onto the bed behind me as I knelt
before him, and I felt his stiff fat cock slip between my thighs from
behind. I felt his hand between us, guiding his knob to my slit, and then
he was pushing up into me. With two lots of spunk inside my cunt I was very
wet, and I could hear Mickey's cock making squelching noises as it moved in
and out of me, and could feel their spunk running down the backs of my
thighs. But this sensation and the audible sounds of our fucking served
only to excite me more. I turned to look at Cobby, who stood beside the bed
watching us. My brother saw me looking at his cock, and asked if I would
suck it. I was so excited that I would have agreed to anything, and nodded
enthusiastically. Cobby shifted onto the bed to kneel in front of me and I
leant forward, taking his partly erect cock between my lips. He quickly
grew hard as I sucked on him, his smooth, slender cock tasting tangy with
the mixture of fluids from my kitty-pen. The rhythmic pounding of Mickey's
hips against my lean buttocks was driving my mouth back and forth on
Cobby's stiff cock, and I felt as if I was being fucked at both ends, which
I found highly exciting. I incited the two boys to wildness. Nothing was
heard but the breathing, little suckling sounds, the sound of penises
swimming in my moisture. When Mickey spilled into me again and withdrew,
Cobby was quick to pull his cock from my mouth and move behind me to take
Mickey's place. His long, slender cock seemed to go in even deeper than
before as I knelt on the bed, taking my breath from me as he penetrated
deep inside me with each thrust. Rather than holding my hips to pull me
back onto him as Mickey had done, Cobby curled lovingly over my body, his
hands beneath me playing with my sensitive nipples and stroking the
responsive spot in my slit.

He kept tonguing my ear and whispering, "You're my sister....  I'm your
brother....  I love you...."

His clever fingers brought me to a quick and very intense little climax,
from which I was beginning to recover when he began poking me faster until
he spurted deep in my little channel. When Cobby finally pulled out of me I
collapsed onto the bed, tired but ecstatically happy. My little cunt was
sore from the unusual level of activity, yet I knew that I would want to do
it again.

SMELL FOR THE DAY

I suppose I was asking Cobby, for example, to surpass Mickey in their
schoolboy antics, for one to rub the other out of my body, and visa
versa. They thought of me only as being a young girl in a frenzy of
desire. So they responded. Cobby would tell Mickey when he was quite
certain he could tell that I was cumming, to show that a brother's perfect
cob in his sister's snug pen was the one most aware of this spasm in me, my
little palpitation. Then his penis would be lost in the seizure of its own
ejaculation. So naturally Mickey wanted to feel the spasm in me, the wild
little clutching of my orgasm. Cobby directed Mickey's prick into me with
his blessing. I could feel his large demanding penis filling my pussy,
drawing the juices out of my flesh on each slight withdrawal, and then
pressing down tight into my ever wetter channel. Mickey withheld his
orgasm. I was convulsed. The moment seemed to have come, and Mickey forgot
his watching in his own paroxysm of pleasure. When Mickey made love to me
that last morning, he cracked my bones, bent me, twisted me. I was open,
vibrating still from that, then Cobby followed again and made me bleed. I
told both of them that after our lovemaking I did not wash because I liked
the smell that went through my clothes, I liked the smells of the three of
us that followed me for a day after.

***

So our time as children playing nicely together in Quebec went quickly that
summer. Cobby returned to school full time, eventually traveling to
Hamilton to study medicine. I found myself in Toronto working on plays and
film scripts with our cousin Steven, before I joined my brother Cobby and
we went to housekeeping and began having our own children. Mickey left
Quebec and joined the International Brigade attached to a republican
guerrilla unit during the Spanish Civil War. He wrote of the immediate
aftermath of battle:

-"I have seen war. I have seen the blood running from the wounded. I have
seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen
children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. Almost every
woman was in black, mourning a departed loved one. I have seen the shell
holes filled with water, the roofless houses and splintered trees. The
stench of dead horses and mules, rusty bayonettes, broken guns, discarded
overcoats and ration tins. Rain soaked love letters, limbless men and
demobilized wounded soldiers begging for change, men buried in shallow
graves, some marked, some with rifles stuck in the earth bayonet down, and
some in a pencil scrawl, a name. I have seen war."-

As a non-combatant ambulance driver, he was assigned to a CNT 'National
Confederation of Labour' medical unit during the battle of Ebro. Hitler's
Condor Legion of German aircraft bombed the ambulance train and Mickey
Sylvester was killed on August 2, 1938.

***

So Uncle Doctor, we have answered your request for "all the dirty details"
of this brother and sister's coming to love each other [Episode #1].  We
remain forever grateful for your having saved our lives from the Black
Coats out at the Hanging Tree [Episode #23]. As Cobby has said, these
letters form a crazy quilt of memories, akin to that old Schwann family
quilt made of cast off hand-me-down clothes that hung in our shared bedroom
to keep my brother and me apart – but didn't!  This has been an
assemblage of loving thefts – stolen words about stolen moments –
gradually piecing together our original story.

Yet this has been intensely personal; this has been our story.

Hugs and kisses, PENELOPE
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THE  END

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POST SCRIPT #1

In response to requests I am grateful to have received, elements of the
'Cob 'n Pen' series have been pilfered liberally from over a hundred print
and online sources and writers including:

Adrian, Alexander, Alighieri, Apuleius, Archilochus, Armstrong, Ashley,
Astin, Austen, Baldwin, Bergner, Blake, Blow, Boyens, Callimachus, Cameron,
Cavafy, Cervantes, Clarke, Coelho, Cornwell, Davis, Del Toro, Digital
sources, Dostoyevsky, Dreamer, Durfee, Durrell, Faulkner, Ferguson,
Fielding, Fitzgerald, Frank, Gaines, Genet, George, Gide, Goodheart,
Graves, Hemingway, Hepburn, Herodotus, Hoek, Horne, Horwitz, Internet
sources, Jackson, James, Johnson, Johnston, Joyce, Kazantzakis, Kerouac,
King, Kipling, Kostova, Lawrence, Le Carre, Lee, Lewis, Lucretius, Ludlum,
Maboa, Mack, Martel, Martin, Melville, Nabokov, Nelson, News journals,
Nichols, Nin, Palmer, Parkman, Patteson, Peters, Proust, Pullman,
Rhineheart, Richards, Roosevelt, Rowling, Salinger, Sayers, Scouries,
Scripture, Shattuck, Shirer, Smith, Southern, Steele, Tey, Tolkien,
Tolstoy, Twain, Verghese, Walsh, Weatherford, White, Whitman, Wodehouse,
Wolf, Writer, Zerod, & etc.  JSS

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POST SCRIPT #2
TIMELINE for Cob 'n Pen series

CAINAN FAITH COMMUNITY

-The first son of Adam and Eve was Cain, a hardscrabble farmer, who
violated his younger brother Abel, a herdsman, and lay with his mother and
sister. Some consider the 'mark of Cain' to be the red hair and beard which
marks one as cursed to endlessly wander seeking his true self, while
repeatedly running afoul of society's mores – not unlike a sexual
deviant.

-`Cain and his thorns': A medieval legend cited in `The Divine Comedy'
spoke about the scriptural ancestor of the Cainan Faith Community, the
exiled wanderer Cain, who was marked with his crown of thorns and finally
banished to the moon. He landed there with his rejected sacrifice, a bundle
of twigs and thorns to become the `Man in the Moon'.

-Scripture also refers to the forbear Canaan, and the familial indignities
that were perpetrated so long ago. The first vintner Noah's son Ham was
'blessed' to sodomize his father Noah, and also have intercourse with his
mother, Naomi. The product of that incest was Ham's son Canaan, who
eventually 'discovered' his grandfather Noah's drunken nakedness, and was
sodomized and cursed in his turn to be 'the slave of slaves and father of
thieves'. ('Origins' 4:16-18;  9: 24-27)

-The odd folks of the strange Cainan Faith Community were originally
Nordik/Viking peoples who hailed from Scandinavia by way of Normandy,
France, (derived from "Northmen" or "Norsemen"). They drifted like gypsies
to the Terre-Nova (Newfoundland) of what became Nouvelle-France (Canada)
perhaps as early as the 10th century, with another influx in the late 16th
and early 17th centuries. They were taken in by the paleo-Indian Norovum
native peoples (precursors of Mi'kmaq?) in l'Acadie (Nova Scotia, etc.) and
along the St. Lawrence River. They followed the traditional practices,
believing themselves to be the children of the biblical Cain and Canaan and
hence outcasts. They were accused of being `eaters of their own blood',
that is committing incest and becoming life mates with the closest family
members. Their heathen ways and bizarre consanguineous rites led to The
Great Persecutions which drove them first south into the Green Mountains
(present day Vermont) in the 18th century, and then north again in the 19th
to be dispersed in vastly diminished numbers across the Niagara escarpment
of Ontario. They settled there in scattered households and clung to the old
ways at their peril. They continued to be stalked by the feared `Black Coat
Moral Society,' a self-proclaimed ultra conservative religious alliance
dedicated to eradicating the behaviors of the Cainan Faith Community
peoples.


1000's – Cainan Faith Community ancestors fled from Scandinavia via
Normandy to Newfoundland and Nova Scotia.

1700's – Cainan Faith Community fled to Green Mountains of Vermont.

1800's – Cainan Faith Community fled to Niagara Escarpment of Ontario.

1845 – Old Aunt Elsa Signet Schwann born

1865 – Immense Cousin Max Signet Schwann born

1891 – Josiah Signet Schwann born

1894 – Magdalena Signet Schwann born

1905 – Jesse Signet Schwann born out of Magdalena by her brother Josiah

1906 – Death of Josiah at Hanging Tree

1920 – Jacob Signet Schwann (Cobby) born August 2 out of Magdalena by
her son Jesse

1922 – Penelope Signet Schwann (Penny) born November 2 out of Magdalena
by her son Jesse

1929 – Episode #2  Bath, Shallow Lake

1930 – Episode #4  Green Grotto, Rocket Art

1931 – Episode #5  Camp Cainan, Steven

1933 – Episode #9  Penny and Mickey, Mount Forest;  Episode #12  Cobby
and Mickey

1934 – Episodes #18-19  Cobby and Penny have first sex

1935 – Episode #23  Hanging Tree; saved by Uncle Doctor

1936 – Episodes #24-27  Cobby sleeps with mom Magdalena;  Penny sleeps
with dad Jesse

1937 – Episode #28  Cobby and Penny and Mickey in Quebec

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