Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 04:55:21 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #07'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bb bg cons)[7!24]

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Cob `n Pen #07

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: With Steven
at the Movies; An Unopened Bud; Thunderstorm; Invitation.

>>>JACOB (Cobby)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Re: Shallow Lake, early spring, 1933

WITH STEVEN AT THE MOVIES

On that spring Saturday afternoon many months after my return from my
second summer at Cainan Lake Camp, the doctor's big DeSoto drove up to our
run down parsonage in Shallow Lake.

I ran after, skipping about the ruts the tires left in the softening mud. I
felt warm all over, and did somersaults and flips and stood on my head in
the drier spots. Here was my 18 year old cousin Steven! This `Handsome
Camper' had entertained me royally my first summer at camp [Episode #5]. He
drove his father's car, looking so good in his tortoise shell glasses. He
danced up on to the porch, such a well built youth, for the obligatory call
on my parents. Soon he reached for me and his hand fondled the nape of my
neck. I thought I'd melt.

"Here's our young Cob, now turned 12," he said eyeing me with an admiring
grin.

"Hey Steven, I'm more than 12 and a half now!" I yelled.

"Cuter, stronger! A tall and slender prince with that explosive crown of
crimson hair."

I delighted in the feel of his fingers through my misbehaving mane. We
frolicked like young stallions as we ran back toward the DeSoto, turning,
leaping, bouncing, strutting.

"Hey Cob," he winked with a husky stage-whisper, "up for a bit-late
birthday adventure?"

I was charmed to be desired and glowed all over. He drove us into town and
took me out for a hamburger at the depot diner. I got to tell him all about
my great second summer at Camp Cainan and my dumb school and living with
mom and dad and Penny and my pretty good bike riding and running as fast as
Patches and how happy I was to see my big Cousin Steven! He told me about
his going to school in Toronto, and acting on the stage and hanging about
on actual movie sets and getting noticed by real movie producers, since he
wanted to get into films. We headed on to the movie matinee for an overdue
celebration of my 12th birthday. We watched `White Zombie', the really true
story of a young woman's transformation into a zombie at the hands of an
evil voodoo master.

"We'd best see it in a trance," Steven said, always quoting from somewhere,
"the better to take in the sensual images of possession, defloration, and
necrophilia!"

For some reason he had us sit near the back of the nearly vacant theater,
where an arm rest was broken away between two seats. The exit sign cast a
dim red glow over the two of us, amid the smell of stale popcorn and
pee. About half way through I was glued to the screen where a muscular dark
zombie in a loin cloth tore at the scanty clothes of the pretty white girl.

With her screams came the surprise of my life as love-crazy Steven leaned
over and whispered to me, "Just hush, Cob, and enjoy!"

"What...!" I whispered desperately.

I was already sizzling from Steven's caressing my thigh, but now I started
breathing heavier and heavier and moaned loudly as Steven ran his a hand
over my shoulder and rubbed at my chest through my shirt, and just felt me
up all over.

"You're so crisp, Cob," he whispered. "So narrow and slender and right here
at my fingertips."

He half sat up in the movie seat, and my wide eyes locked onto the huge
bulge at his crotch. I gasped. I stared at his fingers unbuttoning his own
fly in the flickering light. He messed about with his underpants and pulled
it out. Wow! I had not seen that impressive rod since my 11th birthday
jaunt with him at Cainan Lake Camp. He rubbed it along its regal length as
he watched me watching him and sank back into his seat. Thank goodness the
theater was dark and nearly empty. I looked back and forth between the
zombies and shrieking girls on the screen and Steven. I was pretty hot. I
felt my cheeks blush and glow. He winked at me; nodding his head slowly,
then he moved his hand to my lower belly and lifted up my shirt. What was
he doing? His skillful fingers began to loosen the belt on my trousers,
then I knew what he was doing, so did the hard on I was getting.

"Ah? Ah-h-h? Steven!" I cried out, trying not to be too loud.

He shushed me, running his electric fingertips up under my shirt and over
the skin of my chest to tickle my nipples and down my belly.

"You are so fine, Cob, I can feel your budding muscles and boy belly."

His hand was at my lap. I moaned softly, scooting deeper into my seat to
offer myself up to him. His strong fingers fondled my small balls through
my underpants. He squeezed them, pressing into them, setting me on fire.

"Ah, here's that bean-pole, your `Sexy Slim'," he said in a soft
voice. "Let's go ahead. Shall we?"

I obediently arched my back to pull my pants and underwear down to my
thighs. The stiff plush of the theater seat bristled on my bottom. He
studied me with a big grin. I was in awe watching this handsome young man
eagerly lick his lips and look at me with such need.

" `With these zombie eyes he rendered her powerless'," he growled in a
foreign accent from the movie poster.

He took one hand from his stiff penis and placed it onto mine, firmly
grasping my naked bone, stroking its length, and rubbing the loose skin up
and down the head with his thumb.  I shivered under his touch, his fingers
moist and cool.

" `With this zombie grip' ," Steven snarled and giggled, " `he made her
perform his every desire'."

I groaned loudly.

Steven quickly hissed, "Shhh... be still, Cob!"

I stifled my groan quickly nodding my head, not wanting him to stop
ever. He grasped my swelling tip with his thumb and forefinger and started
to twist it like he was opening up a shaken bottle of soda pop. I was
jumping out of my seat. That high pitched moan was mine. I had no idea
about what was going on in the movie, nor did I care. He began jerking me
and himself simultaneously. I fell back in the seat, my breathing picking
up. After a moment of soft strokes while his eyes stared down at my dick,
he ignored his own. Then I reached over to grasp his sturdy cock with my
hand, returning the favor. I gloried in once again handling his great
erection, a big tapered rod like a king's scepter. Soon we were just
sitting side by side jacking one another off, staring at each other's pride
and joy. Mine was so thin if long with its big head. His was enormous,
absolutely straight, beautifully proportioned and elegant.

Steven fixed his gaze on the movie screen, his hand working my screaming
cock.  His strong thumb made regular passes across the head until I felt
the wetness of my juice oozing from the small slit. It seemed to please
Steven as he rubbed his thumb over me, coating it then removing his hand to
briefly suck his slimy fingers. After the pass of his hand to his mouth and
back to my lap, I felt my balls tingle and my hard dick get even
harder. The leaking increased rapidly in his rubbing hand. He tilted to me
and pressed his forehead against mine. He forced my head up, his dark brown
hair shimmering in my eyes for a moment as he put his glasses in his
pocket. Then our eyes met, and we were staring deep into each other, our
faces less then an inch apart while we stroked each other harder and
harder, faster and faster. I jerked, my small hips jabbing at his rubbing
hand, a sigh escaping my choked throat.

I squeaked, "Ung, Steven...! Gonna.... A-g-g!"

"Oh Cob," Steven whispered. "I feel my own warm, sticky juices rising to
the brim, ready to explode."

I felt something welling up in the pit of my stomach, and from Steven's
breathing and jerky movements, I could tell his was there too.  Just before
they did, before we lost our nerve, he spoke.

"Cob...! Kiss me...," he said in between breaths.

I did not need to be told twice. I just closed my eyes and puckered up,
pressing my lips against his in a fury. My gasps were stoppered by his
tongue; my whole body came in jerks and electric shocks. We both exploded
semen all over each other, his thick and heavy, mine thinner and spraying
about.  But even so you could not tell whose was whose. As I slumped away
Steven reached into his back pocket, took out his handkerchief and cleaned
up the mess that he helped make, dabbing at me tenderly.

"I want to put it into my mouth," he said in a low voice, "Okay?"

I didn't quite catch on right away, but after a second I figured out what
he meant.

"Oh yeah," I breathed an assent. "Okay."

I held my breath.  Steven sat up and moved even closer to me.  He pushed on
my shoulder and had me stretch back in the seat. I felt his fingers shove
my shirt higher on my chest, and really tug on my pants to fully expose my
crotch. He curled down and put his head on my bare thigh.  The feeling of
his thick soft hair against my skin was truly exciting. He kissed my groin
and rigid belly and flicked my nipples. I was writhing about in
heaven. Steven took my now floppy prick in his hand and started stroking
its length while of course it lifted and filled again.  He moved his head
down and I felt the touch of his tongue against my cock.

"Ohh..., Steven!"

He started to lick the head of my dick, murmuring insistent little
sighs. It was beyond words. Holding my cock with one hand, he opened his
mouth and went down on it, warm and slick. That sent a rush through my body
that was overwhelming.

"Huh? Oh...!"

He moved his head up and down, grabbing the skin with his lips. The feeling
was out of this world, nothing like masturbating, but indescribably
wonderful.  I could feel his teeth scraping now and then but I was not
going to complain. One of my hands clutched at his wavy hair, and the other
pawed at his strong body, his able athletic body, in an aimless flurry of
excitement. I had pushed myself way up the back of the seat and my butt
must have been a foot off the cushion as I arched my cock into his
mouth. Eyes closed, I began screwing his mouth, pushing my cock into his
throat with every twitchy thrust of my hips. And he was feeling my face and
scrawny chest and pinching my nipples with his hand, and he kept one
eyeball on me the whole time, seeming to be smiling while he did it.

He lifted his mouth to speak, "You're my pretty lad, Cob. My lean mean
string-bean sexy-slim lad!"

With his mouth sliding up and down my dick and his hands stroking my
crotch, chest and legs, I found myself on the verge.  The pressure built up
in my balls.

"Mnngh! Ah...!"

He just kept sucking and murmured, "If your sexy slim wants to cum in my
mouth, it's okay."

"Ahh, ah, oh, ho!"

He actually wanted me to shoot in his mouth? I could tell I was going to
cum and it was going to be big.  I grunted. I felt an exquisitely
unpleasant fullness in my throat. It only took three or four more pumps
before I felt my groin explode.  His tongue wiped my cockhead and I shot
the most intense orgasm of my life into his mouth.

"Ngh-ah!"

When my first blast hit the back of his throat, he kind of jerked his head
up in shock, like it was choking him.  But he did not let my bone go.  He
kept his lips wrapped around my dick as shot after shot splashed into his
mouth.

"Ngh-ah! Ngh-ah!"

I pumped and pumped, and he took it all, apparently with enjoyment.  When I
finished and fell back down on the seat, he lifted his head up off my
cock. His wild eyes looked up at me, my goo dripping down his lips. He
opened his mouth to show my stuff white all over his tongue, and then
swallowed with a gulping sound.  The image of his mouth filled with my cum,
his lips raised in that handsome grin, will stay with me forever.  Somehow
he had jerked himself off again during all this and he wiped his gooey hand
on me, greasing my belly and chest with his musky slime. He snuggled up
next to me and pulled my head against his chest.

" `...After fellating the boy, I've a mouthful of joy...' Everything's
swell," he murmured with a smile. "Happy belated 12th birthday Cob!"

I looked up at the screen and the film was ending. I think we made a
mutual, silent agreement not to kiss again right then and there because of
the others in the theater, but I know I wanted to. He drove me back to the
parsonage my family was staying in out at Shallow Lake. My shirt stuck to
my skin where Steven's heavy cream was drying. I was still trying to catch
my breath, still sensing the great effects, blue zingers shooting all
through my body. I had the stunned feeling that I had been sucked dry. We
sat in the car, silent. He held my hand as we gazed at each other, drifting
in the afterglow. I felt wonderfully tired and kind of sad.


***

AN UNOPENED BUD

Eventually I became aware that his eyes were looking out the car
window. Handsome Steven gripped the wheel and practically threw himself
through the windshield. Staring straight ahead, his face leered, his lips
pursed, his eyes bugged.

"Ma chatte, ta soeur est si douce et delicieuse...!"

"Wha...?"

I turned to look. There was my kid sister Penny unaware of us, all quick
and graceful, doing tiny dance moves as she piled firewood on the
porch. Her butt waggled when she bent over, and her little girl breasts
popped out every time she stood up. Steven opened the car door and stood up
on the running board to get a better look at her.

"I could come every afternoon of my life to look at this little preacher's
girl stacking her wood and turning about."

By this time she'd seen him and began putting on a real Penny show.

Steven called a greeting to her, his voice like thick molasses covered in
dark chocolate, so deep and sinfully rich, "Hi squirrel."

"I'm no squirrel!" Penny shot right back at him. "I'm going to be one and
ten! I'm going to be a woman!"

Steven slowly subsided and settled back down in the driver's seat as we
both gawked at her. Penny teased and tossed some cord wood onto the pile.

"Phooey," she cried out dramatically. "I mussed my dress. It was pretty."

"Yes child," Steven called, not missing a beat. "And so are you."

"What? Aren't there girls where you come from?"

"Girls enough, but none like you.

"How do you know what I'm like?"

"My eyes see your face, my ears hear your laughter, and I'm making whoopee
for you in the depths of my heart," Stephen recited with his hands clasped
over his chest, "Such dark hair in little curls like a lamb's, full little
rosy lips, tiny feet, a charmer. Such an angel of 10 in a muslin frock,
with little curls, with a flush of maiden shyness in her cheeks and tears
of enthusiasm in her eyes is rather fascinating."

Stephen pulled me to him conspiratorially.

"Whoa, Cob. Your little sister knows she excites men and boys. But she
doesn't know what to do with it – yet! She is sure looking
`ready'. Ready for dancing without shirts on. She looks hot." Steven
paused, "So, have you `done' her yet?"

That was not expected.

I looked up at him, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Smiling, he said, "Come on my lean-mean Cob, level with me, have you fucked
her yet?"

He spoke elegantly like a wordly-wise man, so it sounded French, `Have you
"phooked" her yet?'

At that, I just laughed, "Baloney!"

"What's the matter Cob?"

"Cut it out, Steven."

"So Cob, are you afraid to show her your `sexy slim'?" He chuckled,
"Believe me, you needn't be, that's something you can be plenty proud of."

I guffawed, passing off the remark as no big deal.  I found myself
explaining to Steven how Penny was 10 and 3/4 years old, basically ran our
household, was the greatest dancer and a strong swimmer. He let out a low
whistle, once more looking over at Penny.

"Ten? No way." Steven checked her out again, shaking his head
slowly. "She's pretty hot even so.  Nearly eleven; eleven's heaven! `It's
good at six or seven, but it's heaven at eleven!' "  Steven licked his
lips, "Hmm, tasty! Must be nice to have around the house, eh?"

I gave him a look, trying to hide just how much I was beginning to agree
with that.

I muttered, "I don't know Steven, she's my own little sister, for gosh
sake, you know?"

Steven nodded silently, and then laughed to himself.

"I do know Cob, I do know! Hey, what's the first and the strongest
attraction for a boy? His sister, of course! So dear, so close, so cute and
so exceptionally naughty! Believe me Cob, she'll wind your clock. My own
younger half-sister is Pin-up Susie, remember?" He saw my stunned look.
"And my Susie's a real tomato! She's quick of wit, nimble as a cat when it
counts, with her large bright eyes and blond hair and that sweet soft
hungry little mouth. `Forbidden fruit is sweetest.' Right?"

That thought went beyond my world and my mind spun out of control. There
was total shock with the realization that Steven and Susie, even being
brother and sister and she just 16 and him 18, might play at sex with each
other. Wow! I pictured their getting naked together, climbing into their
dad's big DeSoto and pulling little curtains over the windows. He'd have a
bone and Susie'd suck it. Then Steven'd get on top of her and put it in
while she'd grab him tight. He'd cum in her and it'd be the best feeling
ever.

"You know," he said as if reading my thoughts, "cumming inside your
sister`ll be a much bigger rush than cumming inside a non family
member. It'll really feel different."

He had to be joking!

"With your half sister?" I asked, unbelieving.

"Half-sister?" Steven spat heatedly. "There are no `half-people'! She's not
half of my sister! She's my total sister; my whole sister! Every bit of
her! We just fell in love," he explained. "What do you do when the song
says, `be my baby', and suddenly you are? But same old story; can't let
anybody know. Basically it's just `young blood'. And sympathy. Without us
even thinking about it, Suzie and I both realized we were awash in this
forbidden sea."

Not believing a word of it, I punched Steven in the arm as hard as I could.

He pulled into a defensive hunch and laughed, "...so if Penny were my
sister, I guarantee you I'd be sniffing and licking. And poking!" Steven
shook his head from side to side and pursed his lips.  "She is hot. Going
on eleven, going on `ready' I'd say, Jacob. Young Penelope has 'ready'
dripping all over her!"

Steven chanted softly in a beautiful tenor from our faith community
scriptures, "I shall have my little sister; for she now has delicate
breasts. What may I do for my sister on our betrothal day?" (Canticles of
Cainan, 8: 8.)

I glared at him in disbelief. He made gestures of grabbing at our two
crotches. He said he wanted to get together with me again after my 13th
birthday, which made me feel strangely warm deep in my gut.

"That little girl will spoil you soon enough. I leave you to her," and he
drove off.

I could not stop the different thought processes that Steven's remarks
generated in my head. My baby sister's face was smooth and childlike with
dark doe-like eyes, long lashes and full sensual lips. Beneath her shirt
her breasts were already popping, though not, I guessed, nearly as exciting
to men as they would be in another year or so. The truth was, Penny did
look `ready', and the suggestion had me thinking. I felt queasy as my mind
spun through the possibilities.  Some day there would be boys in her life,
as there should be. The vague idea of Penny being sexual with somebody else
bothered me for some reason. In spite of all our old games and all that
Steven said, I had to admit Penny was still my sister of course, and
obviously could not be `my girl' or anything close to that. Yet...

As I passed Penny on the porch, she asked, "Our handsome cousin Steven kept
staring at me. Why?"

"Could be he likes what he sees."

"What! Me?"

"Why not?"

"And what the heck happened to you?" she asked, suddenly focusing on my
flushed face and running her fingers through my wild red hair.

We just grinned at each other.


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THUNDER STORM
June, 1933


Some weeks later a severe blue light blasted everywhere, followed by a
horrific bang as a storm shook the old Shallow Lake parsonage. I was
stunned by the lightning's rushing golden gleam of liquid fire. I lay stock
still on the big red sofa in the front room where I had wandered in the
night, with my pj's down and my cock up, mid stroke. Another flash and
crack illuminated me and everything in the room, including the slight form
hunched over me screaming. All of a sudden this thin boney creature
grappled itself to my chest.

That feel of a half-naked child against my bare skin did things to me. I
flipped right over on top of her just like that. From earliest times
thunderstorms had meant climbing in with each other to hug tight, scream in
terror and giggle insanely. My kid sister and I loved storms, loved the
thunder and lightning and the way the rain washed away the grime, leaving
everything smelling clean and fresh. We'd ignored our old game for the last
few years, until this night's tempest. It was pitch black between white
lightnings. Penny and I rolled back and forth, holding tight with our arms
and legs all intertwined just like when we were young. I squealed and
hooted with the next crack of thunder and wriggled insistently on top of
her, while she huddled in laughter underneath. Did my 12 and 3/4 year old
prick shrivel defensively back into my pj's? No! It rose harder in the open
air like it wanted to be pinned between us.

Surely Penny was wiggling and giggling too much to notice in the
darkness. She was tiny, light, frail, like a dutiful dog or living doll. My
hard on pressed along her under things. She must have felt it too. I only
felt the fresh delicious evil of holding my new sprouting body against my
own sister's. This was better than rubbing against my pup Patches! At the
next crack of thunder I jerked my hips down and forward on top of her under
things along her covered kitty lips. I rubbed hard; the lightening flashed.

"Ha, huh, mmm...!  Uh! Oh!" I called out.

I buried my head in the cushion behind her to stifle my cries, The charged
shudder ran through me and out of me. After wet pulsations I let go and
slumped full weight on top of my sister, but only for a moment. I got up
suddenly, sweat covered and panting, pushing my cock back into my
pajamas. I stood in the dark in a state of shock. The storm was
passing. The glow of the earliest morning light showed a surprised Penny
lying back with a curious expression on her face. She pushed herself up on
her elbow and seemed to peer down at herself in the shadows. Even I could
smell the slight almond aroma and see there were shiny globs smeared along
the slit area of her white underpants. She wiped at the slimy stuff there
with her finger.

I fled up to the sink and cleaned up. I snuck to my bedroom and fell back
on my bottom bunk, mortified and excited by my actions. I thought of when I
rubbed on top of mom after our bath [Episode #2], and Steven rubbing
himself against me in the old cabin at camp [Episode #5], and at the
movies, and when I rubbed my prick over our furry dog Patches [Episode
#6]. And now I had really rubbed a girl, my own sister. And I had cum all
over her panties. I hoped Penny would just think she or I had peed or
something. My dick felt no guilt, however, and rose again until I relieved
it of another huge load onto the floor and conked out.

The next day I knew I was going to be sitting around and waiting to see if
Penelope had tattled and I got caught, and if they were going to send me
away. Penny must have been up before me, bathed and dressed. There she was
in her chore clothes sitting on our big down sofa looking at the funnies in
the paper when I stepped into the front room.

I stood there in just my pajama bottoms, and I said to myself, `What would
Penny do?'

So I walked right over by her and sat down close. She looked at my big bare
feet and studied my long toes before she gazed straight at the well-behaved
lump in my lap. Then she slowly looked at my lean belly, then my chest and
arms and untamed red hair and around my face and finally into my eyes.

"Good morning," she said all flirty with a slow smile, the tip of her
tongue held just between her lips.

"Morn'n," I said back, uncertain.

No confessions, no accusations, no Black Coat incest vigilantes; I was
happy.

"That was quite a storm!" was all she said with a grin.


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INVITATION

Things were clearly changing for my sister and me in that late spring just
before I went back for my third year at Cainan Lake Camp.

Penny was small for her 10 and 3/4 years, and her frisky little bottom had
definitely taken on a nice prominence below her tiny waist. She had long
black hair like mom, and her ox-eyes were dark. She was blessed with a
peaches and cream kind of complexion. Maybe that explains the shower
invitation.

Like any almost 13 year old boy in the beginnings of puberty, my cock got
stiff all the time and so naturally I jacked off all the time too. I took
the necessary risks of course, beating off in the kitchen or in the yard,
my heart hammering like mad as I pumped the end of my cock, while keeping a
furtive lookout for any intruders or peepers. And I did it in the creek,
watching the jism swirl on the water and float away, and of course a
thousand times in bed and in the bath. It felt good to stay in the bathtub
and play with myself long after my fingers and balls had wrinkled up.  It
drove Penny crazy when she needed to use the bathroom.

We worked out a compromise where I would roll over on my belly, with my
naked butt surfacing out of the cooling soapy water, and she would run in
and squat on the toilet to do her business.  That particular night prior to
leaving for my third year at Cainan Lake Camp I was lying on my back in the
tub with the light out, the water up over my face with just my freckly nose
and my usual semi-hard dick poking up.  I closed my eyes and got completely
relaxed and let the water get totally still. Then I let it go, ...ahh!  The
prolific piss flowed into the air and landed back in the water and on me,
big time.

A voice said, "Wow, Cobby! So you got room in there for me? You gonna
invite me in?"

I yelled, opening my eyes, and there in the half dark sitting on the toilet
in full pee was Penny.  I started to stand up and then quickly sat down and
rolled onto my front to get everything beneath the surface again.

"Penny! Get the hell out of here or, or...!"

"Or what, Cobby? Or you'll tell?"

Penny paused at the door, eyeing me with a superior grin on her face.

"Or you'll tell mom and dad? You can tell them yourself!"

I glanced around. My backside was mounded out of the bathwater, round and
glistening.

"By the way, Cobby, you've got the best looking boy butt in the whole
world!" Penny went on to merrily chant the well known verses, "My brother
is radiant and ruddy, one among ten thousand. His head is bronze, his locks
are like clusters of red grapes, flowing dark as cider. ...His eyes are
like doves bathing in milk." She broke into laughter. "...He is sitting in
fullness, fitly set, washing by a brimming pool in the river of
waters. From him flow watercourses!" (Canticles of Cainan, 5: 10-12)

She grabbed my pajama tops which she liked to wear and left the bathroom
giggling. I slowly stood and toweled off, pulling my pajama bottoms on as
quick as I could. I did not want to face the parents and hear the big-time
lectures that always followed Penny's tattling. I slunk into the darkened
front room where mom and dad were on the old down sofa listening to the
radio. Mom just smiled hello. They did not say anything.  I could not
believe it, my kid sister had not told on me! Penny patted the sofa cushion
where she meant for me to sit, and I crowded in at the end as mom and dad
were engrossed in the Fred Allen radio show. Penny, in only my pajama tops,
sprawled out over the three of us, luxuriously, like a cat. Her head was on
dad's belly while he stroked her long black hair down her shoulders, her
bottom rested on mom's lap, and her feet were twitching haphazardly over my
tummy and my crotch. She did not seem to mind that I could look right up to
where she was not wearing any undies.

She murmured so that only I could hear, "I'll miss you when you go to
camp."

As disgusted as I was, my prick loved the attention of her toes and began
to rise up, even worming its way a bit though the fly of my pj's. I pulled
the sports section of the paper over my lap and tried to shift her foot
away while tucking my rod between my legs.

Penny warned me to quit resisting with a cool, "And how was your bath,
Cobby?"

I froze. Somehow her foot also found the opening in my pajama bottoms, and
I jumped and cried out when her big toe made contact with my
arousal. Everyone was laughing at the radio show, so my agony went
unnoticed. I dared not react with my usual revulsion toward Penny's
behavior.  I had to sit and act as though nothing were happening, even if
my damned sister was molesting me under the newspaper right in front of my
parents. I was struck dumb. Was she really saying she would miss me, and at
the same time teasing my prick? Surely, my little sister had no idea what
she was doing to me, did she?

Penny questioned, "Cobby...?"

And I was off, sprinting upstairs. Penny hopped quick after me. I pretended
to be straightening the old portrait on the stair landing. I turned and
Penny stood by me. I felt a burning desire to run away and at the same time
a complete inability to move my feet. We looked at each other. Like old
times we did a Lindy dance move, spinning and twirling to the music in our
heads. We were alone and I waited for her to speak.

"Our Grandfather Josiah!" Penny said quietly, pointing to the young man in
the portrait, who the Black Coat incest vigilantes had castrated and strung
up out at the Hanging Tree for porking his own sister.

My mouth was very dry, me in just my pajama bottoms and she in just the
top.  She moved closer. My brain seemed to be stunned. She was even nearer
to me now. I could count the freckles on her nose.

And she said something like, "Jacob, if you were not my brother, I
would...."

I could not think. A tingling sensation was spreading through me,
paralyzing my arms, legs, and brain.  She was much too close. I noted her
individual eyelashes and strands of hair. Penny threw her arms around my
naked shoulders and pushed her face onto my bare chest.

"Cobby...?"

Her voice trailed off as her fingertips slid over my neck and her hair
rubbed my nipples. I leaned down until our lips touched. It was brief. We
really did not know what we were doing. It was only my sister and I should
have hated it, but I thought it was heaven. She drew back, staring hard at
me before she ran off. Oh, Great Mother, that was nice! I felt two sizes
too big for my skin. My heart was beating so hard it pushed out the front
of my ribcage.

Very early the next morning before I took the long train ride to my third
summer at Cainan Lake Camp, I actually wrote my kid sister a letter. Of
course I hid it in my underwear drawer in the Grandmother Signet dresser,
knowing I'd never really give it to Penny, and for certain she would never
ever actually see it, ever!


*
* "INVITATION

* "-Hey Pen.

* "-Surpise suprise its me.

* "-I want to say how great a little sis you are. Your good to have in my
life.  You help me with things and are a great dancer.

* "-I know I act like I dont but I do notice when you flirt.  I guess Im
shy you being my sister and all not to mention a girl. I know you let the
fire go out on cold nights and ask to get in bed with me and cuddle. And
you always forget something back in the room after you undress for bath.  I
see you.

* "-I dont believe Im doing this, I shake so bad I can hardly write.

* "-I thought about this stuff for the best part of the year so this is not
a knee jerk thing. I have done soul searching. I think we can do this.

* "-You know how you joke about getting in the tub with me while Im in
it. Well this is me saying you are welcome to. If you want.

* "-Love ya

* "- your big brother Cob"

*

But this was secret, and I vowed never to touch my own sister; no Black
Coat incest vigilantes were coming after us, ever!

Yours truly, JACOB
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<To be continued.>