Date: Thu, 3 May 2012 09:51:09 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: Story;'Cob 'n Pen #03'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Mf cons)[3!36]

This is a work of soft and 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
this story are portrayed by adults 18 years of age or older. If reading
erotic fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are under age for
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Cob `n Pen #03

Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall
their first times in the 1930's, by way of a patchwork of letters to a kind
doctor who helped them out of a jam. Vignettes in this episode: Naughty
Daddy; Uncle Doctor's Instruction.

>>>PENELOPE (Penny)
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To Uncle Doctor
From PENELOPE
Re: November, 1931

NAUGHTY DADDY

I missed our dad Jesse while mom and I went to live with her family in
Newfoundland for those three long years when our parents separated.

Then they patched things up and mom and I moved back to the parsonage at
Shallow Lake, and things began to change. By the time I was 9, when our
family went skinny-dipping at the swimming hole near Old Aunt Elsa's place
by Pike Lake Crossroads, I'd climb onto our dad's broad back with my legs
stretched wide about his hips as he pranced around. I liked to tease and
wrestle with daddy, and to tickle him, he was so lean and well-muscled. In
every way I was daddy's girl. Daddy would sit so close to me that there was
nowhere else for me to move. He brushed against me when he reached for
things. He squatted behind me when we played bat and ball and held his hand
under my bottom with his big fingers twiddling me down there and making me
laugh. I'd park myself on his bare legs, and he'd goose me with his `thing'
through his shorts and no one else was ever to know. I knew. I was old
enough and knew it was his `man cock'.

"Daddy," I said, playing the sweet innocent. "I'm a good girl, and I don't
wet my panties anymore. But you made my panties wet! Naughty daddy!"

Daddy liked to chant from our old Cainan Faith Community scriptures: "O
daughter, one who nursed at our mother's breasts, if I come upon you I will
kiss thee. And none will look down on me or despise me." (Canticles of
Cainan, 8: 1)

And he did! He'd be on a toot and smell all beery when he'd grab me and
kiss me and tickle me almost to death until I yelled uncle. I now
understand that he often touched places that were forbidden, but I either
didn't know it, or didn't try to stop him when he did. We were just having
fun and he definitely wasn't always well in the head. Also, dad deserved a
good time; after all, he was married to our sour mom! I would have done
anything to please him. Maybe that's what led to the rest.

I forgot it for years, but it came back while writing these letters to you,
Uncle Doctor. Not even Cobby knew. We were still at the old Shallow Lake
parsonage and of course dad seemed ancient at the time, but probably was
only perhaps 26 years old. Naturally I had seen him with mom, so even then
I knew that he was just an overgrown boy, strong, handsome and randy like a
humping pup-dog. Mom worked days as a nurse's aide, and daddy wrote his
sermons mostly at night. Mornings he took tea and toast to mom as she
cuddled with Jacob in her bed, and now and then I was there too so we could
spend a little time together before her work and Cobby left for school.

Daddy was my babysitter during the day when he let me stay home. He'd be
really tired after writing all night and I rested in my bed. He napped
downstairs in the parsonage parlor where the sunlight came in through the
smudged crimson stained glass. I was restless, and tapped on the wall until
he said to come on down, like he always did. He lay down with me on the big
red sofa and tried to get me to sleep so he could get more rest. I was
small for my age and lay under the pink knit Afghan, wiggling like little
girls do, until he got restless and pulled me into his arms to hold me
still. That morning I fidgeted even with his two arms wrapped around me. I
wanted him to play with me. So I pushed my back against him while he
snored. I am not sure how I recognized it, but I did. That stiff thing
pushing on my bottom was daddy's. His `man-cock'. He moaned in his sleep.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm, hi..."

"Daddy, can we play? Daddy?"

"Mmm?"

"Daddy, are you listening to me? Daddy is it okay if we play?  Dad?"

"Uh-huh... Yeah...."

My daddy said yes after all, so being mature about everything I reached my
little hand behind me, to see what it felt like. Had we played such games
before? Yet when I touched my father's penis that day it sank in, I might
play with him like a grown up mommy. I felt it real good, running my
fingers up and down the length of it. Even then I knew that my dad and I
were crossing some sort of line. His breathing got heavier in my ear and he
started to hunch his hips into mine.

"Huh? Hmm... What are you doing, little Penelope, `O one who nursed at our
mother's breasts'?" he sing-songed with a quiet smile.

"Nothing" I said, ashamed at being caught, but I didn't stop and he didn't
stop me.

He yawned and pulled away and fell back asleep, I thought. But in a moment
he had tightened his arm around me and was nuzzling my neck.

"Hmm, so soft and so fresh. Okay, Penny," he whispered into my hair from
behind me. "Go ahead. Play. Feel daddy. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"It's so hard, daddy."

"That feels so, uhh..., good!"

I had quit what I was doing, but he wrapped his big hand around my small
fist and had me continue to rub him. Sometimes it was soft and droopy like
a pair of socks, but now his thingy was silky and bendy on the outside and
hard on the inside like a big carrot. I could tell from his sounds that he
liked it. He kissed the nape of my neck and my ears ever so softly.

"Oh daddy, that feels nice too."

"Mmm," my daddy said. "You are making daddy hot, my little girl. You are
such a sweet little Penelope. Oh! You smell so good and feel so good
too. Mmm!"

I didn't know what he meant, but I liked the way he said it. I remember
watching the dancing dust motes in the morning sunlight, shining
multicolored through the tinted window glass onto the faded red plush sofa
and our bare skin. He licked the inside of my ear. It gave me shivers up
and down my spine to be lying there with my big and strong daddy, doing
wicked, grown-up mommy things with him. His big thing leaked a little bit
on my fingers.

"Uhm, you are so little, and I ought not...," he pulled away. "But you are
such a good girl. And we're only playing, aren't we? Hmm... Now," he said
moving back to me, "now squeeze a little tighter and move your hand up and
down on daddy."

I did what daddy said. Grunting his satisfaction, my daddy slipped his hand
under the waistband of my panties and cupped my little kitty-pen. His
fingers felt big and blunt and strong as they began to explore my pee
place. Soon he was touching me all over my little bottom, my thighs,
stomach, hair, everywhere, rubbing me and sliding his hand under my nightie
top. He gently hugged me, pawing at my panties at the same time. I was
giggling and tried to squeeze him like wrestling as he left me all
uncovered except for just my little white socks.

"Oh," daddy murmured gazing at me, "you're so beautiful. I can't... I
shouldn't.... I mustn't. You're only a little child."

Very slowly and with kisses, daddy pulled me over him as he rolled onto his
back. He never wore a pajama top, and the bottoms were untied and wide
opened. I was fascinated by the trail of blonde hair that ran down the
middle of his strong body from his chest, past his navel to that tangle of
thick golden hair above his cock.  The cock fascinated me too.  His cock
was long, thicker than my arm, and he had the loose skin that completely
covered the big knob on top. It pointed straight at the ceiling, looking
huge to my eyes. He lifted me onto his muscley bare chest with his fair
coils of bristly hairs, asking permission with his eyes as he licked my
small breasts and kissed them. We hadn't played this before!

"H-m-m-m, these are growing up as we speak. How stiff your itsy nipples
are!"

"Oh daddy, that's funny. It feels good."

"Oh Great Cainan! Sweetie, your body..., you're just so cute. Mommy's at
work, and Cobby's at school. Just the two of us. May I? May I play our
`Great Game', making at love with my little girl?"

"Can we, daddy? Now?"

"Soon, honey, soon."

He put his face close to mine. His tongue in my mouth was a shock, like
being pierced. Shocked, I didn't know if I liked it. I about choked on
it. He cradled my bottom in his palms to pull my cheeks apart and fingered
me down there while he kissed me, wiggling his tongue into my mouth.

"...Yaggy...!" I muffled, clinging to the hair on his big, broad chest with
my little hands.

He murmured a "So sorry," and kissed the tears away from my face. "...I'm
so lost."

He looked at me sad and stroked me in a way that made me feel proud.

"Daddy...? Now can we...?"

I really let him know I wanted to play mommy. He looked so eager.

"You really are amazing." He sang our special song, "I see you! And you see
me!  Here comes daddy! One, two, three! Here I come, sweetie...mmm..."

He spun me about on top of him so my head was down his belly, stroking my
legs and helping them drift apart on either side of his face. He pressed
his mouth in my private parts. His unshaven jaw scraped against my
immature, hairless sex. I didn't like it at first and pushed at him feebly
with my hands, but I really did like all the attention he was giving me.

"Oh...! Daddy!"

I was surprised when he kissed me again, now on my pee place and my
kitty. He began to pierce me there too with his tongue, wiggling it around
and in between, and this time it felt very, very odd, but special.

"Aw, sweet little one," he hummed into my kitty. "Here's our budding
flower, our garden furrow, so ready for seed."

Daddy stuck his tongue out as far as he could and stabbed it into me. I
crumpled, lying still now as he lapped and lapped at my tight kitty with
his big, adult tongue. I felt my tiny walls react to the invasion by
tightening up. But it did feel good, so strangely good, like rubbing on the
clothes pole with Cobby. Placing his hand behind my head, he had me scoot
lower down. Now his thing stuck up between his legs like a huge and
purplish banana right in front of my face. It smelled of warm pee and sweat
and something thick and sweet that made me drool. Daddy wagged it at me.

"Here is our tree of life, our potent plow," he said in between kisses to
my kitty. "Open your mouth for daddy's tree."

Somehow I already knew this Great Game and I stretched my jaws
wide. Trapping me up against him, he let my mouth come down over his
member. The plum-sized head of his cock slipped through my lips and the tip
went between my teeth a little and on my tongue. It was warm and smooth and
hard all at the same time. When had we done this before?

"Oh yes, my Penelope, you who have nursed our mommy's breast, now nurse it!
Nurse it all."

My tongue reacted by pressing against his thing, trying to push it from my
mouth.  Daddy seemed to love that as he hunched his cock in between my
lips. I was choking and about to cry, but the sounds were stifled. My daddy
groaned out loud, saying what a good girl I was. I liked that part. He was
tickling my bottom with his tongue and it really felt good. His kissing my
pee place made it all wet. I wasn't crying now, pursing my lips on him and
licking him, and he was sure enjoying it too.  His tongue at my little
kitty-pen made me warm. I felt it then.  All of a sudden inside me I was
very hot and all shiny and then I shook and went limp in his hug. I was in
shock from the surprise but I found I now was sucking the top of his big
pee thing like sucking my thumb, hard. Suddenly, he stiffened and pulled
his cock out of my mouth with an audible pop and I could breathe again. He
twirled me around once more, so my face was up on his chest, and my groin
was down below on his.

"Oh, you're so light. You're like a toy doll."

I began to suck my thumb for real, as I always did when sleepy.  My eyes
were as big as saucers, watching my daddy.  He stared into my wide eyes,
shifting about, lining himself up with me.

"I'll be careful, baby."

He fiddled with his cockhead, aiming it along my kitty lips, and began to
pant as he dragged the bulbous end back and forth over my tender slit. His
hands snaked around me to cup my butt and rub me there, to pull me hard
against him as he rocked and rocked, sawing back and forth along the
surface of my little kitty-pen.

"Oh daddy!"

His next thrust sent the edge of the cock rising along the furrow of my
kitty, right along my little bump. My eyes popped wide and I gripped daddy
with my arms and legs. I felt so hot that I shivered. Daddy let his cock
ride the surface of my kitty-pen. Later I understood that he did not go
inside me, only rubbing the outside. I shook and think I bit him,
whimpering with every thrust of the slippery cock upon me, and his finger
working its way into my bottom, into my butt, making me jerk and cry
out. It took a long time, with him grunting and sweating, and me kicking
and squealing. It felt like he was going to split me in two.  Then I felt
the rising surprise warmth all over me once more, all through me, sudden
and burning like I needed to pee. But I didn't.

"Uh-oh!" I cried out, "It feels.... I feel...."

 "I love you, Penelope. Do you love me?"

"Uh, uh, yes, daddy."

"Let's finish this."

He cuddled me into his huge embrace, and rubbed along me. Hard. He
growled. He groaned. He sweat and mumbled. His body tensed in waves,
breathing ragged, rubbing me over him.

"Oh, baby's so wet," daddy crooned. "Wet and hot."

There I was, 9 years old and small for my age. I could feel his cock
pushing along my skin. It stung. It was a shock. I was all tears. His
strong shoulders tensed. Sweat poured off his muscles as he worked his
thick shaft along the outside length of my vulva. Once again I quivered
with a feeling like I had to pee.

"I see you, and you see me. Here comes daddy...!" he cried abruptly. "
...one!  Two!  ...!  THREE...!  "

He went suddenly rigid with a roar that surprised me all over again. I felt
it. It began to spew out the sides, running down my chubby, childish
thighs.

"Daddy, are you peeing on me?"

His breathing was ragged and deep.

"No! Darling! Ngh, ahh! Ngh-ah! Ahh! Mmh, ahh! It's just daddy's creamy
love juice."

Daddy's sperms blasted against me. This immense man, my father, actually
not much more than a burly boy, shook helpless below me on the bed. He
began to collapse in stages. Small as I was, I knew. Big as he was, I
somehow made him yearn and whimper and cringe so tenderly. I liked it that
I could make this big strong man submit and shake and shrivel all open. I
had such power over him. His shoulders dropped back, his cock finally
shrank and slid away from me with a little sigh.

"Good girl," my daddy panted, patting my head. "Oh, nature has given you
girls such power over us all. I am but a slave.  Good little daddy's girl."

Finally, with a loving look in his eye, daddy took in my splayed legs, my
wet, beslimed crotch, and the tears that stained my little cheeks. My thumb
found its way back into my mouth.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, I can't help it. I'm under your spell. I need you,"
he said kissing me, weeping openly now.

I lay there on my side, naked, moist yet somehow very pleased with pleasing
him and one way or another in some strange way being the master of him, and
by extension of all such boys and their `man-cocks'. My slight sway might
make them helpless. I drew my knees right up to my chin, sucking on my
thumb, watching the way my daddy lay there overcome, watching me.  He drew
his hand along his belly and long floppy sex and then rubbed some of his
love cream over my bottom and between my legs ever so softly. I purred.

"You know we should keep what we do secret from mom and your brother Jacob,
right?"

"Yes daddy. I never talk to anyone about us."

He slowly rolled off the sofa and stood right in front of me. He pulled his
clothes on and buttoned his pants without turning away, letting me see all
of him as he stuffed himself in. His impudence was but a sign of his
enslavement. My daddy was all tears and had a huge smile at the same
time. Just before I fell into a deep and peaceful morning nap my dad tucked
the Afgan about me and spoke to me.

"It's nearly time for lunch," he promised, "What would you like today?"

Every day I wanted daddy. Before, when I was unable to fall asleep, I would
tap nervously on the wall to get daddy's attention. He would call for me
and comfort me with loving kisses and much more.

But after they took him away to the asylum, I'd knock on the wall all day
long but he would never answer.


****** ****** UNCLE DOCTOR'S INSTRUCTION

Once when I was 9, they sent for you, Uncle Doctor. Our mom asked for a
house call because I was sore down there, and you got to our old parsonage
house in Shallow Lake very late at night and examined me and said I was
fine. I don't know if I was really sick, but I wanted attention, and you
gave it to me. You had me swallow some bitter brownish stuff that was
awful, and you went back to the kitchen with daddy while I got sleepy. I
remember you, tall with grey tinted eye glasses, slipping back into my room
and quietly waking me.

"Sweet niece Penelope," you whispered, "I need to check you one more time,
to make sure you will be okay."

I was so sleepy from the medicine, I could not come awake. You looked in on
me, so tall and strong, grey haired and kindly, perhaps 50 years old,
smelling of carbolic acid. You ever so tenderly slipped my panties off and
pulled my nightie up and uncovered me completely, and it was all I could do
to just lie there flopped open staring up at you as if in a dream. You
removed your tweed jacket, and rolled your sleeve up, and I could see the
course hair on your forearm, the muscles tightening and loosening as you
moved. You smiled and ran your cool hand ever so softly over my cheek and
neck and my chest and tummy. You checked me down below again, slowly
drawing your hand along my inner thighs, getting me to spread my legs,
while I just lay there, sighing. Then you placed one large finger a bit
between my kitty lips. I suddenly reacted, my hips jolting up by the
strangely pleasing sensation of your finger tip being on me.

"There, there, kitten," you whispered, laying your other cool hand on my
knees and gently easing them apart again and back down.

I clenched my kitty pen to hold on tight to your finger, as if to keep it
with me. I breathed hard, like when running or wrestling with Cobby. You
looked at me, Uncle Doctor, oh so gentle. I looked at you, our eyes
meeting, your eyes calling forth my soul. I wanted you and tried to speak,
but the laudanum only let me moan. Your smile grew as I felt you finger me,
lovingly, teasing some special spot there inside. In a few moments there
was a full searing flare-up inside my body, rising all through me. I
gasped, my hips thrust fretfully as your finger teased inside. I remember
your deep rumbling voice, quietly saying my name.

"Penelope, Penelope, oh sweet Penelope!"

When it was finally over you took your hand away and held it to your nose
before adjusting your trousers. You patted me on the head, and pulled my
nightie down since all I could do was lie there.

"Penelope," you said in a low voice, "You must learn to hold on to your
emotions while an examination is taking place."

Then you smiled deep into me, and told me I was a very good girl and to get
some sleep and it would be all better by morning.  I drifted away.

I touched myself regularly after that, thanks to your demonstration, Uncle
Doctor.

Hugs and kisses, PENELOPE SCHWANN
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<to be continued>


P.S. 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, Clarke, Coelho, Cornwell, Davis, Del Toro, Digital sources,
Dostoyevsky, Dreamer, Durfee, Durrell, Ferguson, Fielding, Fitzgerald,
Frank, Gaines, Genet, George, Gide, Goodheart, Graves, Hemingway, Hepburn,
Herodotus, Hoek, Horne, Horwitz, Internet sources, Jackson, Johnson,
Johnston, Joyce, 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,
Plato, Proust, Pullman, Rhineheart, Richards, Roosevelt, Rowling, Salinger,
Sayers, Scouries, Scripture, Shattuck, Shirer, Smith, Southern, Steele,
Tey, Tolkien, Tolstoy, Twain, Verghese, Walsh, Weatherford, White,
Wodehouse, Wolf, Writer, Zerod, & etc.  JSS