Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2012 23:05:08 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #11'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bg cons B-solo)[11!24]

Story;'Cob 'n Pen #11'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bg cons B-solo)[11!24]

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Cob `n Pen #11

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: Round and
Curvy; Swimming Hole; Night Walker.

>>>JACOB (Cobby)

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Dear Uncle Doctor:
From JACOB

ROUND AND CURVY
Pike Lake Crossroads, near Mount Forest, September 1933

An Indian Summer day and all the Mount Forest school kids were heading to
the swimming hole, and I wanted to go too.

I raced through Saturday work at Cousin Max's market, hefting canned goods
and bags of potatoes up from the cellar, and carting folks' purchases out
to their cars. Work done, I pedaled the bike hard and swooped down -- no
hands! -- to Penny's red brick Elementary School next door to the Mount
Forest High School. I had to pick her up after some girls' goings-on. There
were her little 10 and 12 year old friends in front of the school door, all
in blue skirts, black stockings and white blouses; running, laughing,
pigtails and bangs flicking about; dresses lifting on plump legs and tight
panties; blouses pressed against new budding breast mounds. I felt that
familiar tingling beneath my balls. I coasted to a stop, standing over my
bike with my legs on either side of the bar, gripping the handles.  Where
the heck was my sister?

I thought I heard Penny's voice, "...In a moment!"

One of them in sandals twirled away, blue skirt lifting. My eyes caught
pink flowered panties wedged up into a puffy baby-beaver with young healthy
thighs and an incredible ass. Wow! My prick lurched and tinkled in my
pants. I twisted to follow that particular round and curvy bit of bottom
that swayed and bounced under the dark blue cloth.

"Some booty," I thought. "Way better than most at school."

The ass vanished in the crowd. Then the breeze blew the girly gaggle my
way, and a bunch of them swirled about me, giggling and chattering and
reaching out to me. Quick little fingers were on my arms and buttocks,
probing, stroking, sampling.

"Hey!" I barked, roused up.

"Ooo!"

"Let's take him home!"

"Is this `The Rod', Penelope?"

My kid sister appeared and I grit my teeth and motioned for her to get on
the damn bike. She climbed on the fender seat, her feet on the axel
extenders, and she hugged me tight around the middle as I took
off. Blushing furiously, I pedaled like mad, careening left and right,
hoping to knock her off, I was so pissed.

"What the hell's with the cut about `The Rod'?" I yelled.

She clutched all the tighter around my waist as I stood, thrusting my legs
up and down on the pedals while she held herself firm against my back.

"I'm sorry, Cobby," she said coolly in my ear. "I tried to say like mom
that you're `the rock' in our house, but it came out wrong and they won't
forget it."

I could not shake her off as I biked the several miles to Old Aunt Elsa's
hardscrabble farm near Pike Lake Crossroads where we were staying in the
shotgun bungalow. I just kept picturing over and over in my mind those pink
flowered panties with that particular round and curvy tailpiece swaying and
bouncing. I imagined the jerk session me and my `Rod' would have when I got
home.  A bit later I skidded the bike to a stop and jumped away, hiding my
erection from Penelope, intending to beat off in back of the falling down
garage.

"Thanks Cobby," she called.

Our pooch Patches bounded up, wagging her tail and inserted her nose deep
in my crotch. This was good. I'd get her to polish my pole to completion
and really lick me clean with her slobbery tongue, one of my favorites. I
glanced Penny's way as she leaned down to adjust a sandal. I gasped. It was
like being hit by a brick. There it was! That ass! Those pink flowered
panties. Those identical cheeks from her school, round and curvy, swaying
and bouncing under the blue skirt, now mounted the broken steps into our
very own decrepit chicken coop of a shack. I was astonished. Pushing the
dog aside, I followed mechanically. In the dingy kitchen that exact backend
was right before me as Penny tugged open the ice box door and leaned over
to check it out.

My mind filled with a favorite chant of Old Aunt Elsa's: "Turn, turn, O
child of Cainan that we may gaze upon you. How lovely are your feet in
sandals, your legs lithe and elegant, O royal sister, my princess, willing
woman! The curves of your rounded thighs are like jewels, like the oval
links of a golden chain, the work of an artist." (Canticles of Cainan, 7:
1)

In the cramped space I reached as she bent down. My fingers touched
her. Her fanny felt so giving within her panties, soft and lively,
beautiful and firm. It seemed that time stood still, and my soul surged
within me. I wanted to press harder. Penny twisted about with a frown,
taking my hand in her soft palm to slap it on the grubby kitchen table.

She turned to me, "It's late, but we could still get down to the swimming
hole this afternoon. Please," she pleaded, "pretty please. It's Indian
Summer. The big high school kids'll be there." Together we shuffled past
the peeling paint down the hall.  "Those big bare-chested high school jocks
in their shorts," she grinned like a she-devil, "me and my friends want to
see their things flopping around!"

My sister loved to tease; I never knew what to say when she said stuff like
that. She turned and ran a curious finger hard against my sticky white
shirt front from my chest to my belly.

"Of course big brother," she said glancing down at the tell-tale bulge in
my blue school pants, "if you have some burning job you must do, real
urgent, right away, right now...?"

"Uhh... Well actually," I sensed the blackmail. "Okay, no. Yeah, sure!" I
murmured since I wanted to go anyway.

Penny skipped into our shared bedroom. I began to strip right there in the
shabby parlor, laying out my pants and shirt on the back of the big down
sofa, pulling off my socks and undershorts. I pranced in the all-together
out on the porch and into the yard letting the little fellow wangle in the
wind to simmer down. Suddenly I heard Penny's teehee and soft whistle. She
was watching me from the open bedroom window. Sheesh! My back to her, I
quick grabbed dad's old trunks off the clothes line, pulling them on to tie
the loose fabric about my skinny waist. My little sister yelled some
comment that I couldn't hear as she appeared on the porch, wearing a tight
knit swimsuit she'd worn as a kid. With dark glasses and sandals, an old
white dress shirt of dad's as a robe and a favorite string of dress-up
beads. I could not take my eyes off her. Her suit was sun-faded blue, and
very, very small. The bottom was tiny, and when she turned, little covered
her bursting backside. I could see the whole curve of that ass, that round
and curvy ass. When did she start looking so hot? My nearly 11 year old
sister turned to the side, head tilted so her long black hair hung over one
shoulder. She put her hands to her hips, modeling for me.  I could really
see her new pointy nipples pressed against the swimsuit, and even the mound
of her child vulva, sometimes even the slit itself. She acted oblivious,
and made the show last as long as possible.

"Well?" she asked.

"I like it."

"Does it look like it fits?"

That Penny! She jumped a little, excitedly. I could see her soft swells of
flesh joggle at the edges, her newish breasts tugging at the small fabric
with each bounce. Her legs were apart. Her suit was so tight that her kitty
mound bulged slightly on either side of the center seam. Her cleft created
a two-toed image like the footprint of a doe's hoof.

"I like it," was all I could say.

She looked down her front following my eyes, blushed, snapped her legs
together, and turned her hip to me.

"Let's go!"


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SWIMMING HOLE

In the bright afternoon sun we biked down the dirt road a mile or more,
with Penny perched on the fender seat behind me barely holding onto my
shoulders and Patches trailing us. We turned off at the abandoned Saugeen
railroad bed where a couple of jalopies and bicycles were pulled in. This
surely was one of the last hot afternoons of the season, and all the school
kids had been there. We hiked down stream on the rail path to the swimming
hole and of course we stepped aside as the big high school varsity oafs
strutted back to their cars. They jogged by us with squared chests, ribbed
bellies and narrowed waists, cocks semi-up in wet trunks wagging back and
forth on display. Broad shouldered and pin-headed, their eyes hunted all
over Penny, lusting, as though they were looking underneath.

"Hey doll!" one called. "Ooh baby, your suit is so snug we can read your
lips!"

And another, "We're ready to drive a hard bargain!"

Penny sniggered gleefully. Another shorter fellow stopped. He was
exceptionally handsome and well built. In just a tight bathing suit his
teen body was nearly perfect, healthy, toned and supple. I'd seen him
working out with the wrestling team at the Old Drill Hall gymnasium in
Mount Forest.

Mickey Sylvester pointed his finger at my sister like he knew her well and
laughed, "Look it's `Our Li'l Sis'! Hey hows about gettin' sumpin' straight
between us?"

Such crude nerve was no surprise coming from the likes of these slugs. But
it pissed me off, particularly when Penny vamped it up, swinging her beads
at Mickey as a joke. Did she already know what boys like him wanted when
they looked at her like that? What had happened anyway when Mickey had
taken Penny to the movies over the summer? [Episode #9]

"Hey," I sputtered, searching for a comeback, "Keep your willy in your
pants!"

Mickey seemed to see me for the first time as his eyes went wide and he
kind of licked his lips. He looked me right into my eyes with his intense
open gaze, like his eyes were blue searchlights. It made me uneasy. A boy
like that, well, I didn't want to be alone with him, yet I really wanted
to, even if I hated him. He truly had an unbelievable body for one so young
and not that big. He had great arms and a tight ass. I could not help
staring. Somehow he grasped my palm with a hard handshake. Mickey gave me a
friendly smile and held his hands up miming holding a camera like in
charades.

"Click! Got your picture!" Then as he left he wagged his finger my way and
said with a tempting grin, "I see ya kid!"

I was so mad and flummoxed I thought I'd explode. But suddenly a laughing
teen girl paraded by with another couple of brawny football lugs. Her eyes
were great big things with fire inside. I stared at how her breasts stuck
straight out and her sweeping flanks looked delicious. The play of her
labia made a big `W' against her tight swim outfit. It looked like her
vagina was so hungry that it was eating the fabric. Her stunning behind
nearly spilled out of her bathing suit. She flipped her curls as she tossed
her head my way.

"What's happening, handsome?"

With a lightning rush I ogled her amazing breasts, in awe of how they
lifted and how full they were. The girl knew I was looking and smiled.

"You like what you see?" she asked, grinning warmly.

"Uh-h-h...," I squirmed, putting my hands up on top of my head like a
little kid, face reddening, paralyzed except for the rising cock in my swim
trunks.

Then she smiled wide in unexpected recognition of who we were.

"Why hello! It's Cousin Penelope, getting very grown up. And what do they
call our full-sized Cousin Jacob now?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

She stepped close, her shark-like bosoms torpedoing in on me, as her
fingers enclosed my upper arm and gripped hard.

"Ooo," she said breathily, "feel the strength in these not-so-slim arms!
And your red and curly armpit display, tellin' the world you are ready!"

I dropped my arms fast. Her hungry eyes looked me over and I was suddenly
and visibly stiff as a stick. I about dropped when her hand swept over my
bare chest and on down.

"They call you, what? `Saucy-Slim' or such? `Something-Slim'." She looked
down my belly to the bulge in dad's loose shorts, "Why hey! Ooo, now I
see!"

Stupefied, open mouthed, eyes bugged like a bird on a hot wire, I stood as
she stepped very close, her finger tips dragging over my belly ridges. No
one saw it but I felt her hand land on my bathing suit and press against my
dick where it was sticking straight up. Shocks jolted through my body. My
heart stopped beating. In fact everything stopped. She was feeling me
through my shorts, deliberately! For just a second her hand closed around
the cloth, measuring the hardness and length of the slim rigid shape
covered there. A girl was touching my hard on! Great Mother! It was
buzzing! I gave a pitiful soft cry. I felt pithed; a critter pinned in her
collection. I shriveled under her touch like I was in ice water, going
goose-bumpy and soft and all tight and my nipples popped out. I was so
balled up; I was actually shaking.

Penny nodded a cold and curt, "Cousin Susie."

Susie Drake, `Pin-up Susie', our distant cousin from the Cainan Faith
Community, was Steven Drake's gorgeous half-sister, the one he'd likely
`phooked' [Episodes #5, #7]. She was a sophomore that year, and rumor had
it she would dance shirtless with you if she thought you were cute. Once at
school she had smiled at me and said hi. Now I stood there covered in
sweat, gaping, in just dad's flapping trunks with my jaw on my chest, like
a scrawny adolescent horny dog quivering and pointing to a come-hither
bitch in heat. And then her smile as she stepped back, an off color jest,
and her bounding breast brushed against my arm as she passed.

"Come on, Cobby. Let's go," Penny demanded.

Bug-eyed at the retreating full bouncy breasts and twitchy ass, I stood
stunned as Pin-up Susie glanced a wide goodbye grin back to us and gave me
a wink. I shuddered in an icy sweat. My stiff bone was totally gone and had
shriveled to pinkie size. Fine-looking females like Susie were scary, as if
they could open up and swallow a boy like me inside them whole, several
boys at once actually.

"Trashy Cousin Susie seems to find you attractive," Penny spat out,
grabbing my arm.

"Huh?" I said, not knowing what she was taking about.

"She's as bad as a cat in heat." complained Penny. "You could smell
it. It's like she just sprayed the whole path."

We walked on to a favorite spot by the river and plopped down. The swimming
hole was a wide and deep pool of water so clear that you could actually
count the smooth rocks on the bottom of its twenty foot depth. The pool was
fronted by a fine sand beach stretching back to that immense old pine, the
infamous Hanging Tree. Huge granite boulders were perfect for jumping and
diving off of. It was usually deserted and good for skinny dipping, but
that day there was a crowd and all but the littlest kids wore bathing
suits.

"Well Cobby," my little sister said looking intently at me, "you are indeed
hot. With your tight body, enticing bulges and pink underarm fuzz, and the
amazing mounds of your ass! With your huge feet you are the perfect teener
boy!"

"Quit making fun!" I said, conceding that she'd got me back.

"You don't see it, do you?"

I found myself staring at my sister basking in the sunshine. Her beautiful
large dark eyes gazed deep into mine from beneath long black eyelashes. She
did appear strangely fetching in her beads, white robe, bathing suit, long
black pony tail, longer legs, sandals and dark glasses. Jeeze! She looked
like something off the cover of a banned novel. With a hot thrill my cold
fear melted and my big brother hard on was back pressing up in my
trunks. Did Penny notice? Is that why she smiled? When her friends called
her, she hopped up and shed her beads and such. She jumped feet first off a
rock, one hand pinching her nose the other waving high, and her long hair
danced about as she splashed into the water.  Wow!

I stretched out, tensing up my muscles and letting them go in the warmth of
the afternoon sun. I did not think Penny was in any way attracted to me. I
figured she thought potential sexual goings-on between family members like
with Steven and Suzie were simply wrong in general. And I guess I did
too. Yet, what might I do between her buns, her round and curvy buns? I
climbed the boulders by the upstream falls and pulled off a couple of
somersault cannonball plunges into the swimming hole. It cooled me down,
and also got Penny's attention.

"What?" I called, water streaming over me. "Whatja looking at?"

"Nuthin'."

She quickly swam away. I watched Penny cavort effortlessly; `baby otter'
we'd called her when she was little; now she practiced with the swim team
in the Old Drill Hall in Mount Forest. Beneath the surface my short sister
stretched herself out like a diving bird, her legs extended and elegant
behind her, her feet pointing and fluttering. Her long black hair streamed
along her back. Her arms stretched ahead of her, smoothly drawing back and
thrusting forward. Her breast lumps bumped down below, and her rump rose as
though labeled, `Hump Me!'  I swam close and sunk her. She immediately got
back up with her long wet hair over her face and narrowed her eyes at my
laughter.

"You jerk!" she shrilled. "I'm gonna get you for this, you water snake!"

I thrashed through the stream like a pickerel skipping along the surface,
but of course Penny caught up to me. She managed to dunk me. I was
chuckling hysterically. Penny swam away as hard as she could, then pulled
her agile body up on the rock ledge. She turned toward me again, fluffing
out her wet hair and looking so pretty. There were hints of swellings, and
her erect nipples topped those small mounds. Wow, I thought, my little
sister was getting tits.

Her lips were poised between a laugh and silence. I felt my penis stir as I
eyed my kid sister's sweet shapely bum. All at once, it seemed, she was
changing from a little girl to a young woman, with bumps and curves that
were hard to ignore. She smiled almost as if reading my perverted
mind. Penny slid out her little pink tongue and swiped it across her
lips. It was all too much for me. I dove and swam and climbed out keeping
my eyes away from her. I ran up the trail and called for her.

"Get a wiggle on!"

Patches barked for the run home. Out at the road Penny clamped an arm
around my naked chest and grabbed my thigh as I rode the bike hard back to
the farm. Her titlets were rubbing at my back; about ready for dancing
without shirts on, I thought.

"What are you doing?" I shouted about her funny way of holding on.

"I want to feel your muscles working," she yelled back matter of factly.

I did not have any idea what she meant, but it spurred me to pump all the
harder up the hill and to home. I kept straddling the bike when she got off
and I caught sight of Penny going up the bungalow steps. I watched the
perfect mounds of her round and curvy rear end wiggle provocatively to
disappear through the door. I whistled for Patches, a serious doggy-lick
and jerk-off filling my thoughts.


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NIGHTWALKER
Tuesday, October 3, 1933

So, when Penny got close to me and we touched or something like in the
shower [Episode #10] or at the swimming hole, I avoided her.

Yet even so, I spent more and more time lusting after my own little sister
in my mind. I was 13, for gosh sakes, with only Mr. Lefty and my dog's ass
for relief [Episode #6]. So my baby sister was the new focus of my jerk off
times. My daydreams about Penny were wild, but from some deep sense of
guilt, or really fear of the Black Coat incest vigilantes, I struggled to
avoid visualizing all the generative acts of prohibited procreative genital
insertion and release, or tried to. After all we were obviously related and
someday she'd be fertile and the consequences were unthinkable. None the
less, no sense of guilt or shame or fear kept me from imagining violating
her in every other kind of way, little sister or not.

And one day her underwear started showing up on the floor of our shared
bedroom. They appeared even on my side of our divider, the hanging Schwann
family patchwork quilt. I was sorely tempted by them, I admit. But unlike
me Penelope was always super neat, everything in its place, so I just
kicked them back to her part. But they showed up again! I did wonder. I
smelled and licked them before flicking them over the top of the quilt back
to her side once more.

***

Very late one dark night I drifted all lost and mixed-up out of a fitful
tossing and turning sleep. I was sweating, frightened and also highly
aroused. I'd been chasing somebody or was running from something or caught
by someone in the tall waving grass. The beckoning grass fronds and fingers
were at me and all over me, exciting me and terrifying me. But where was I?

Eventually I began to make out that there was Grandmother Signet's dresser;
there was my old easy chair under the window. Gradually I recognized by the
feel of it that I was on the bottom of my own bunk bed, having kicked the
bedclothes away. Then it all came back. I was in our jail cell of a bedroom
that my sister and I had to go halves in. We were in the chicken coop, the
family shack at Old Aunt Elsa's place by Pike Lake Crossroads. I
cursed. Why had dad gotten committed to the asylum and we'd had to move
here? I heard Patches breathing and scrabbling in a dream. But no, Patches
was on the floor, and this breathing was over there, not three feet from
me. I rolled over a bit, causing all the bunk bed springs to shriek and
clatter. Shee-it! The rising moonlight at the window became intense in the
small room.  It reflected in the many mirrors on the walls and doors and
ceiling, now darkened by clouds, now more luminous. I lay there for a long
time just taking things in.

I wanted to look out at the moon. It made me think of late nights
skinny-dipping and stalking around Cainan Lake Camp with the Stone Crew
guys [Episode #8]. I got out of bed as silently as I could so as not to
wake Penny and the rest of the household. But I pulled down half the
Schwann quilt in the process. Crap! And then the rest of it fell to the
floor. Screw it!  The moon went behind a cloud. The hell with it! I kicked
off my favorite grey Camp Cainan boxers to stand sightless, naked and free
in the friendly dark, the night breeze wafting my skin. Were my eyes open
or closed? Soon the moon light returned, and in the mirrors I could just
see my upright form set off as a pale glow from the rest of the murky
reflected room. There was the shadowy reddish dark globe of my crazy hair
at my head. My torso rose up straight and long as a peg; I was not in fact
so skinny anymore, more like lean. I eyed my newly broadening shoulders and
the firm bulges of my developing biceps and I flexed. The mirrors showed my
smiley dimples and my smooth chest and squaring pectorals with the brown
dots of my nipples. Wow! In the midst of the pale swath of my untanned
groin, there was also reddish dark.  I was 13 now; I was growing up. I
looked down my tight belly to my dozing penis, twitching lazily and
stretching a bit. The mirror made my resting cock look half full and
long. I twirled my red pubes in my fingers and liked it. The clouds moved
on and the moonlight filled the room. I looked in the many mirrors. I
turned, looking back over my shoulder, seeing the twin mounds of my firm
ass reflected in the mirror, and the snug cleft dividing them. I felt with
my hands there, gripping them like melons, opening that secret part of
me. I bent a bit and reached back, separating the mounds and exposed my
tiny clenched crease to the mirror. I pressed my finger against the spot
and gasped, then shoved to slide through the tight muscle, entering my body
and pressed deeper to that secret spot for a moment.

***

The quiet breathing was just a few feet from my ears. I turned toward my
sister as she moaned in her sleep. Penny was the most sound sleeper; it was
the devil to wake her up. She slept on her belly, her thumb in her
mouth. She made sucking sounds while sucking on it. She sucked a while then
stopped, then started sucking again. Moon beams fell along her curled body,
highlighting her long dark hair and new longer legs crouched under the
sheet. I got pleasure from looking at her, her little girl body. My hand
stroked the smoothly sensitive helmet of my cock, sliding the foreskin back
and forth. I moved toward the Sleeper's bed, rubbing myself.

`Don't do it,' I said to myself.

Yet I moved closer.

`This is dumb and risky,' I warned, as I inched forward. `Risky and dumb!'

My foot stepped on a damned sock and for some reason I stooped and picked
it up with my free hand. It was actually a handkerchief. In the pale light
the pink flower print appeared intricate and rich, a thing of beauty. No!
In the moonlight I could see it was really a pair of girl's
panties. Without thought I held them to my nose, and the ripe shell-like
aroma of wet seashore and salt entered into me.  My penis throbbed and the
head swelled in my hand.

`Holy Great Mother," I thought.

Closing my eyes I inhaled deeply, and touched my tongue to the salty
damp. Immediately, and not for the first time, I imagined beating off into
a girl's panties. I looked at my sister's ass sticking in the air. The
sheet was kicked to her feet now, with her calves and thighs all
uncovered. The moon showed her butt all bare, round and curvy and inviting;
she had nothing on. These had to be Penny's panties.

The stillness was shattered by her sighing, "Huh...? Mmm...! Oh-h-h..."

That moan and shuffle from my sister's bed sent me hurtling into the
shadows at the foot of my bunk. I might be found prowling around in the
buff with a stiff bone! My dick went soft and by reflex I covered my
nakedness with my hand.  Yet in a moment I again crept to the fore, toward
the other bed where the Maiden slept, camel-like on her knees with her nude
bum in the air and as always with her thumb in her mouth. My heart really
beat hard. Oh, I felt strange and light headed as I sniffed the panties and
the night air flowed over my again rigid cock. Stroking still and shuffling
I skulked toward her bed, and slunk even closer.

`Turn around and go!' I commanded to myself, yet I recited, ` "While the
beasts of prey come from caverns deep, viewed the maid asleep" '.

My shins were against the wooden side board of her bed and I bent forward,
rubbing my cob. My other hand entered the streams of moon light, reaching
over and just lifting her nightie up her back a bit, further off her bum.
A sigh, and the Sleeper shifted her legs farther apart, revealing the
barest peek at a cute puckered fissure between the white globes; her
bashful butt hole was exposed.  And even, if I leaned way over her, right
below was the suggestion of the creases of her girl gap; that tiny little
bald kitty-pen-pussy open for my inspection. I was paralyzed, flagrantly
aroused above her, still stroking myself. Penny's little anus flashed me to
screwing my pup Patches' asshole, the dry then creamy ridges inside and the
mind-boggling feeling of being taken in by a creature who didn't like it
maybe, but loved me [Episode # 6]. I recalled the feeling of a finger up my
butt. What would it be like to cum in Penny's bunghole? As I stared at the
forbidden vision of my sister before me, my gut clenched, my muscles
seized; I strangled with an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat;
the roaring and choking hit me.

"Hunh?" the silence was shattered. "Angh!  Unh?  Oh-h-h...  Ngh-ah...!"

I jumped back, gagging on each rapid out breath. The first thick rope of
unanticipated boy-batter shot from my ecstatic cock and splat on the
Sleeper's bare buttocks a few inches away; and another; and another. I got
the panties over the next shot, and the next and the next; a deluge of cum
dripping everywhere. By now, in stumbling back, my calves hit the side of
my own bunk and I fell onto the bottom mattress, whapping my head on the
upper bunk rail with a tremendous thunk, and the springs screaked and
groaned. I expected klieg lights, a pissed off sleeper, an outraged parent,
and perpetual banishment.

Yet after this clatter, my gasps, moonlight, her quiet breathing, all was
silent. But, oh, it felt great! I shifted out of the complaining bunk
intending to retrieve my boxers from the floor; yet I suddenly stood
paralyzed. The Sleeper took a deep breath and slightly rotated her body,
then lay sleeping still. I stared in fascinated horror as the moonlight
showed one of the huge white gobs of my warm spooge sliding across her butt
cheek, and string in a strand down the entire length of her ass hole, and
drip directly into the slit of her little pussy.

"Oh Great Mother!" my own voice said aloud.

Panicked, I stepped and reached with the pink panties to dab at the cum on
her round and curvy bum, sensing the pliant tissues beneath my fingers
which I insanely wanted to take in my hands.  I could not stand there any
longer and watch my cum ooze over her, it was too wild. I crept back to my
bunk, penitent and still nude. The moon was gone, and not seeing my boxers
in the shadows, I got back to bed and under the covers quickly, with the
messed up panties still clutched in my fist. Penny had turned away from me
and pulled the covers totally over her, and was now sleeping soundly. I
could easily have tossed her pink flowered panties back to their original
position on the floor, but instead I held them close to my nose and watched
her sleep until I drifted off.

"Sweet dreams sis. Hope you're not mad at me..."

When I finally awoke as though from a dream, the sunlight streamed into our
bedroom. I rolled onto my back in the bunk and stretched. The bed sheets
were pulled all to hell, and I was completely disoriented. Yet Grandmother
Signet's dresser, my bunk bed, and my easy chair were all there. The cotton
Schwann family quilt hung primly down the center of the room as it had the
day before. I peeked around and saw Penelope's bed all made up and she was
gone. Lying quietly I could hear faint noises from the kitchen.

"Whew! What a heck of a wet dream!" I murmured to myself and smiled,
thinking of my imagined `gentle sleeper' and the imagined `flowered
panties'.

I felt tired but good. I looked down at myself half out from under the
covers and was amazed to find myself naked. What the hell had I done with
my Camp Cainan boxers? They were not on the floor. The damp under-things
clutched in my hand made themselves known, and I shook them open. Pale
pink. Floral print. Stained with my cum, and something else. I held them
again to my nose, inhaling a seashell's secrets. Gee whiz, Penny's panties!
That had been no dream! Just then our mom barged into the room and tossed
clean laundry my way. I dove back undercover and yelled, stuffing the
jismed wad under my pillow as a keepsake. I staggered out for lunch.

Penny never mentioned her lost beloved panties, and I never said anything
about my missing favorite Camp Cainan boxer shorts.

Yours truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>