Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2023 15:19:34 -0500 From: Jacob Schwann Subject: PEN&&COB #1 bisexual incest PEN&COB #1 Welcome! This revision of earlier Nifty bisexual incest et al. submissions is in the manner of Victorian erotica, being soft and slow as well as hard and fast. Herein are recounted the amorous misadventures of young Cobby, his sister Penny, and their family and friends. All communications read; and in the main answered Jacob Cygnet Schwann III (JCS) cobschwann@gmail.com Support Nifty! + + + + + Pen&Cob Letter #1 INTRODUCTION; Chapter I -- Cousin Steven Epistler: Cousin Steven Drake Date: November 10, 1954 (Samhain Full-Moon -- A five years' tribute to Penny and Cobby) Place: Old Waterfront Music Hall, Toronto Harbour - A WELCOME! To All Of Like Mind Ladies and Gentlemen! Mesdames et Messieurs! Damen und Herren! - and All Others! Allow me to welcome you. We are blessed with the good fortune to have you join us for this evening's entertainment -- or perhaps I should say `entertainmentS'. I am Steven Drake, a close, indeed I feel I may say a cherished, cousin of the authors of tonight's divertissements. I am pleased to take time away from my busy engagements at the cinema stages and motion picture studios in Toronto. The cerulean film we have just completed has had some ridiculous issues with the censors, and.... In any event, it will be in theaters soon for midnight showings, in its uncut version. And speaking of `uncut'..., well, enough about me. Kindly take your seats, ladies and gentlemen. The houselights are being dimmed; the podium is being readied. You are on the cusp of partaking in a most singular event. For tonight we shall share an extended reading of a rare and redolent collection of confidential letters and notes of the `Genre Incesti'. This is indeed a carnal correspondence connecting one clan's kith and kin. The greatest numbers were penned by a brother and sister dear to one another as they grew from virginal pubescence through amorous adolescence to profligate young adulthood and vitiated maturity. They wrote frankly of the ultimate intimate relations between themselves, and with other close family members and cherished friends. Also involving yours truly.... Long thought lost, by good fortune my half-sister Suzie Drake and I discovered these missives hidden in our estranged father's rolltop desk after his death at 106 years of age. There were several packets of letters, faded, scarce decipherable, but clearly sorted for preservation and tied with string into little groups. Creased, peculiarly soiled and spotted and somewhat adherent one to another, these handwritten notes had been looked over and fondled - and evidently enjoyed - often. My father, Doctor Foster Drake, known to us all as `Uncle Doctor', treasured these structurally loose and serial letters and considered them to be a true gallimaufry, a picaresque episodic narrative. One where the writers penned their own scurrility, engrossed in the erotics of composition, to be hidden under a mattress perhaps, and used for self-stimulation. Uncle Doctor felt that this middle-school aged brother and sister's awkward sexual awakenings might be viewed with semi-nostalgic prurience. He saw these letters as ones which can best be described as amusing examples of the demure yet lascivious `Victorian Erotica' genre, being both childishly plodding and tediously repetitious. Ones consonant with the ventriloquistic pornography of yore. Ones in which, as Uncle Doctor said: "...~Homosexuals would write as if they were women: ...~the timid ones describing orgies, ...~the frigid ones fantasizing about frenzied fulfillments, ...~the most poetic ones indulging in pure bestiality, ...~and the purest ones spinning out perversions." He held that erotica is not mere pornography, but rather the art of `explicit romance', of `literary erection', so to speak. Any excitant factor lies in the loins of the beholder. As such it is about the 'unachievable' and, therefore, the 'inherently desirable'. Lust makes us forget anything we want to, it being the greatest relaxant, the greatest stimulant. Poets write beautiful erotica, as they may focus only on sensuality. At times they verge on the gothic, with subjects including hebephilia, gerontophilia, incest and bestiality, to name but a few sins. Here-in are enrapturing explosions and serene expositions of such poetry. Hence written erotica becomes a road to literary `sainthood', rather than mundane `debauchery'. Uncle Doctor viewed these letters as more than mere filth for perverts or for voyeurs of penned porn. He accepted his amassing of such a "Collectors' Book" as a relatively inoffensive habit of elderly bachelors who found stamp-collecting too dull, and indulged instead in senile masturbatory musings. In his dotage, Uncle Doctor spread the letters out and he read them with a magnifying glass, cackling with laughter. Our younger cousins Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny) Cygnet Schwann were ardent siblings. And it seems they were happy to indulge Uncle Doctor's request to set down their teener romance. "The touch and feel of all the dirty details", as he had asked. Hence these letters from them to him. Their need echoed their desire. The thing had been conducted just as the birds conduct their courtships -- absolutely natural, absolutely blameless, and without sin. Herein are celebrated close friendships, passionate love affairs and strong family ties. These rambling, repetitious, puerile letters are generally innocent, a few naughty. What follows is not a novel. Rather a real story is told -- the diverting epistolary adventures of two youthful and beautiful kindred human beings, whose flights of passion will doubtless be misunderstood by the generality of society. In addition, ladies and gentlemen, these missives will soon be privately programed for your reading diversion. This juvenilia of Pen and Cob, charming as it is, most certainly could do with some further snipping. Therefore, all letters have been edited and corrected, and in some cases augmented and perfected by myself.* You may handle them in little bits within the privacy of your own home. You may experience gratification and indeed even consummation, as of a bedding ritual. Make use of them in dribs and drabs. Dip in here or there. And, as Uncle Doctor often said, may you enjoy yourselves and partake of ejaculatory joy! We have arranged to have these missives presented in this public forum. They are part of the history of our Cainan Faith Community - that is, the many descendant generations of the biblical outcasts Cain and Canaan. Both children of incest, Cain and Canaan's transgressions and transmigrations so offended the eternal orders that they were each banished to unending wanderings. The letters show how the shunned and outlawed `holy-incest' (aka: `eidolon-incest', `infernal-incest', `inspirit-incest', 'púca-incest'. `rebirth-incest', `revenant-incest', `soul-incest', etc.) existed surreptitiously even long after the practice was officially renounced by the Cainan Community Fathers in the "Cainan Declaration" of 1890. Hence documented within this collection are the further concupiscent awakenings of that peculiar inner sybaritic potential, gradually bestowing supernormal powers of premonition, afflatus, telepathy, clairvoyance, prophecy, and coition. May the open speaking-aloud of their letters serve as to honor Cobby and Penny, who were beset by a remnant of the infamous Black Coat Incest Vigilantes at the time of the New Frost Moon in 1949. Yes, this correspondence is beyond everything. While letters may lie, they do tend to make the lies permanent. And nothing at all I know touches these missives for naughty-naughtiness. Such dreadful-dreadfulness! I must pause to pass my hand over my eyes, and make a little wincing grimace.... . . . Ah, I hear a voice from the audience cry out, "Oh, how delicious!" . . . Well then, ladies and gentlemen, let's just sit right down..., ...and we shall begin. Your host, Steven Drake . [ * I have taken the editorial prerogative to break apart the rather reiterative letters, some approaching the length of a short story, a novelette nearly, into paragraphs and brief chapters for convenience of comprehension. ] . +++ CONTENTS OF THIS LETTER #1: Pen&Cob Letter #1 : INTRODUCTION ~Chapter I: Cousin Steven's welcome and introduction ~Chapter II: The sister Penny (Pen, or Penelope Cygnet Schwann) ~Chapter III: The brother Cobby (Cob, or Jacob Cygnet Schwann) (...their responses to their Uncle Doctor's request to tell of their early adolescent carnal knowledge of one another) ~Chapter IV: Sea Shanty ~Chapter V: Editor's Statement ~Chapter VI: Reader's Comments ~Chapter VII: "Pen&Cob" Contents , , NB: the Cainan Faith Community legends of calamity and incest which led to the banishment of the Biblical Cain and Canaan from their homelands long ago - CAIN: "Fugitive and vagabond shalt thou be in the earth." [Beginnings: 4:12] God cursed the fratricidal wanderer, being the first incestuous by-blow by brother Adam out of sister Eve. CANAAN: "Cursed be Canaan; a servant of servants shall he be." [Beginnings 9:25] After the Ark, the drunken vintner Noah sodomized his young grandson Canaan - son by Ham out of their granddam Neemah - then cursed the boy to wander forever. - May the Great Mother bless all the homeless wanderers. - +NB: The "Canticles of Cainan" (also called "Songs of Cainan" or "Song of Songs"), frequently cited in these letters, refers to the twenty-fourth book of the Old Scriptures of the Cainan Faith Community. - Information about the Cainan Faith Community appears in Letter #6, and along with a time line in a postscript to Letter #41. + + + + + Letter #1; Chapter II 'The Sister' - Penny's Turn Date Written to Uncle Doctor: May 1, 1949 [Penelope Cygnet Schwann age 28 - she was 12 years old in 1933] . Dear Uncle Doctor: Thank you, Uncle Doctor, so very much for asking...! ...My brother Jacob & I'd not be here without you from that day so long ago out at the Rendering Tree when you saved our lives - you were our salvation! - & now you've asked after our first times together: "...all the dirty little details..." -- well, here's our tale! Picture if you will those grainy crumpled naughty home-portraitures -- those photographs of my skittish brother and me, Uncle Doctor -- you've seen them! - yes, the ones we kids dodgily took and developed on the sly ourselves, the ones of the two of us stripped summer-bare in our itsy shared bedroom at our 'Shotgun-Shack', our 'Home-House' at Old Aunt Elsa's farm, on any one of a number of warm, rainy afternoons in 1933. We pointed Daddy's small Kodak box camera at our own scuddy reflections in all the cracked mirrors on our hideaway's ceiling & walls & doors - so many looking glasses - & the photos show our peeled mirror-images laughing. See! There we are, thin and itchy, wearing only smiles, falling over each other, having danced hard to some jivey jazz records that Daddy'd sent us from the Inebriate Asylum in Hamilton. See us stringbean and starkers, mirrored endlessly! - how young we look; how young we were! -- larky me barely twelve & short & impish & ripening; my budding, bendy brother newly thirteen & tall, getting strong & gangly. We were `IT'! We were the cream risen to the top! It couldn't get any better than that, for we two had been made one that day -- Made One! Look...! Having practiced a lot we fall together wearing but smiles, folding toward each other; there I am -- without a stitch - a kittenish, pretty-good youngest-diver on the girls' swim team at school, the small naked `Got-To-Have-IT' girl-sister spread wide, flat-on-back sideways on the saggy mattress of the big green bed, head slung backward sighing, grunting, grinning, glossy black locks askew, shored up on my thin back-braced arms, dark ox-eyes rolling, my slim-scissored legs spread so wide, knees pincering to clamp tight about his narrow working, wabbling waist, holding him tight inside me, feeling every thrust, taking `It' from the sprouting, jigging, `Got-To-Give-IT' bare boy-brother teetering on tiptoe at the side of the bed, slithering deep and deeper within, banging up against me, filling me, occupying me and we laugh, we do - we laugh! At some point I open my eyes & he's watching me, grinning at my hard-working moves, and he looks hungry so I pull his head to me and lick salt from his tongue as he puts his cheek to my chest. Brother Cobby, stark naked, sweaty, standing man-tall yet skinny-kid spare & lanky, competitive in jayvee gymnastics at climbing rope, in full thrust, bare feet on the floor, flexed knees pressed against the side bedrail, snaky hips thrusting, jacking, jabbing, doggedly driving his body into me lying at the edge of the mattress & so I let him within me, wanting him, pacing me & him too. See! Eyes rolling, shaking head, gritting teeth he's thrusting into me & cumming; his abdominals ridging barred & hard as he pulls back only to lunge in again for good measure. The reflecting walls throw back the breasts-slaps, the splash of bodies breathing hard and sweating; the banging bed, so close, so steady, never ending; hmm..., so nice to feel his body weight, his firm freckly flesh worming against mine, into mine, writhing within mine, deep, deeper until that final full endless tingling, pulsing, shaking from between my legs rising through the rest of my body and never shall there be sister-brother separation... - ...I recall all this now & smile & shimmer & starburst with pleasure. Whooo...! Oh wonderful, wonderful, & yet again wonderful! Yummm...! But the photos are gone, lost forever - except for the images in my mind's eye.... Let's see, where was I? Yes, let us begin! - the truth is, I just liked him the way any girl likes that special boy & Jacob was cute, there's no denying it, is there? Sweet & pouty, with his big dark ox-eyes and sporting a dimpled grin; Cobby & I being of the same blood & all, even when we fought cats and dogs and were `best enemies'. It seemed right to me that for our first `play-time' we should make our `original sin' only with each other - Cobby loved me and I loved him and he was the one I was determined to lose my virginity to. He was so tender & shy when I lightly ran my hands over his young teen muscles - muscles he'd worked at so sportily to please me, & oh I was pleased. Great Mother it was good! It just couldn't get any better than that. This was his & my first true taste of the fruits of our faith community's captivation with `eidolon-incest' -- "A phantasm of ethereal coadunation amidst inamoratas", as Immense Cousin Max described it -- or `forbidden fruits' he might have said. But it was true that our Cobby had an affection for another, even greater than his love for me or Mom or Cousin Steven or Mickey or other family members. Oh, that's hard to concede! And that one not only so very long dead before us all, but yet also more alive and animated and arousing for my brother's mind than even when he and I lay pulsing together upon my big green bed. This was our `eidolon' - who perhaps never entirely gave up the ghost -- the spirit of our dearly departed Grandfather Josiah Cygnet-Schwann (circa 1893 - 1908). Ah, yes, & right from the original beginning of our Cainan Clan when our spiritual progenitors -- the biblical Cain & Canaan - were each cast out & condemned to become wandering exiles, our faith community rules of survival told us to disguise ourselves, to wrap ourselves in others' garb, to steal, pinch, nick or borrow, or risk losing our lives. Hence much of what we have set down has been sparked & animated & fired by classic bawdy writings & utterances. Are Cobby's and my derivative inspirations anything but the shape-changing dissembling of such ancient partnered siblings as Isis & Osiris? Tamar & Amnon? Sieglinde & Sigmund? All of which in truth does show just how universal our `unique' experiences are - & how human & real. Or is all this but the congenital cunning of our deviant drifting Cainan gypsy heritage? So, Uncle Doctor..., ...Do read, and enjoy! Hugs and kisses, PENELOPE CYGNET SCHWANN + + + + + Letter #1; Chapter III `The Brother' - Cobby's Turn Date Written to Uncle Doctor: May 1, 1949 [Jacob Cygnet Schwann age 29 in 1949 - he was 13 years old in 1933] . To our Dear Uncle Doctor: Your letter to Penelope and me..., ...is here in front of us. You ask if we remember your black doctor's bag and brown fedora and grey-tinted glasses. How could we forget, Uncle Doctor? You saved our lives that dark night out at The Rendering Tree. [Letter: #33 ] If you had not been there, those Black-Coat Incest Vigilantes would have strung the two of us kids up for certain. Just as they had done to our grandfather Josiah a quarter-century before. You ask - for the Cainan Community historical record - that we two sibs tell about our `holy-incest' times together. "The touch and feel of all the dirty details", as you write in your letter. Yes! Penny and I owe you that. Uncle Doctor, you remember how Mom and Old Aunt Elsa were forever chanting from our Cainan Faith Community scriptures: ..."I charge you, O sons and daughters of Mother Cainan. -Swear by the hinds and bucks of the field. -Beware! -Do not arouse and awaken the searing love between sister and brother before its proper time. -Beware!" (Canticles of Cainan, 3: 5.) I was certain that such `searing love' between the two of us could never be. For that was the so-called 'Holy-Incest'. A practice which our Cainan Faith Community had once been forced to outlaw for all time. It violated the sexual mores of people everywhere. Moreover, as `eidolon-incest', it called upon the forbidden Dark Arts which might bring forth long dead and much feared connate revenants. As well as staggering and prolific orgasmic-climaxes. Whew.... So much! You remember Penelope, a skinny kid, a real tomboy. Her coppery skin was fresh and like silk. So smooth and warm and cool to the touch. And strong! We would coddle together, rubbing against each other. We called it wrestling. And of course, Penny and I `Played Doctor' in secret - you know all about such stuff. Yet we did not `know'... -- or did we? Even then I felt shame for my desires, but I could not name them. It was not that I started out trying to seduce my sister. Yet we were ready. Quite ready. Penny, twelve, was a dark-haired swimmer and diver. Such a nice, tiny, tight, teener figure. I was thirteen, tall and rangy with a carrot-top. Yet with a certain strength from running and bicycling and climbing rope in gymnastics. And when both of us danced, which we did all the time, we were not just the older and the younger - we were twins. She swinging her hips and clapping her hands. Me tapping a tambourine and moving in circles about her. Our eyes gazing, our flesh touching, our arms and legs entwined, our hips joined 'en flagrante delecto'. And I must say it: the clothes slipped from us and we loved. No fault, no choice, it just happened. Uncle Doctor, that tactile feel of my own sister taking me in that first day.... No, pulling me within, sucking me in, in so deep -- so nice! She said she liked feeling my coiled body jump and spring on her and around her and under her and inside her. Mine made her's bounce higher, she said. So yes, I first made copulative love with my own sister at the time of the New Frost Moon, 1933. We did it a lot. It was a real relief for us. It saved our sanity. I still ask, why is sex among consenting family members of age not legal? Yet, how to tell what went on? How to spin the yarn? A lot of things having nothing to do with each other are stitched together here until they look like something. Bit by bit piecing together our original story. Like a patchwork bedcover, the different scraps and threads turn from a tangle into a tapestry. Hence these letters do form a crazy-quilt of memories, akin to that old Schwann family quilt in our shared bedroom. That was made of cast-off hand-me-downs and hung between my bunk and her big green bed to keep my sister and me apart -- but did not. Yet this is personal, something we for certain know just the two of us.... ...This is for you, Uncle Doctor. Yours truly, JACOB CYGNET SCHWANN + + + + + Letter #1; Chapter IV (from the Theater Manager) A note from the Theater Manager at Old Waterfront Music Hall: . Tonight's reading will be preceded by a rendition of an old sea shanty (Chapter IV) as had been sung with many obscene verses by Jesse Schwann, the father (and antecedent brother) of Cobby and Penny. . Thereafter (Chapter V) you may be interested in perusing an optional comment by the editors of tonight's manuscript. . And following (Chapter VI) is a short selection of observations from readers of an earlier rendition of these letters. . Finally (Chapter VII), there is a Table Of Contents. + + A `Short Drag' Sea Shanty: "HEIGH HO FOR THE OX-EYED LAD" This traditional sea shanty, as sung with many obscene verses by Jesse Schwann, the father of Cob and Pen, was usually chanted as a capstan shanty but also used for pumping. [Musicologists state that this ditty is a well-known `halyard shanty', used for hoisting sails and such activities requiring quick pulls over a relatively short time. Further, they say it reflects the long-ago history of pale Nordic-blond sailors cast adrift on Newfoundland shores and finding succor and relief from the tawny red-ochred Native peoples.] . "Oh the ox-eyed Lad is the boy for me, He came a sailing from o'er the sea. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "Oh, Mom in the garden a shelling her peas, Her bird singing gaily among her trees. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "Oh, Mom looked up and she saw her fate In the ox-eyed Son passing by her gate. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "Here be the randy Norseman home from the sea; He comes to seek his sweetheart to take his seed Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "The ox-eyed Son gave a fond look of love, And charmed Mom's heart which was pure as a dove. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "Oh, Mom in the parlor a-sitting on his knees, She mounted his mast as he shelled her peas! Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "With a toss of his cob within her pen She conceived that 'Cainan Curse' again. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "With a cry and a sigh lifting so high She brought forth them'll do 'IT' by and by. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "Oh red-haired Son and bright-eyed Sis May no one catch you a-doing this. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "For `tis writ in The Book, that ox-eyed look Will `koom' again with every 'phook'. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad. "Now Mom in the garden a-shelling her peas, Weeps for her sailor boy hung from the trees. Heigh HO for the Ox-Eyed Lad." + + + + + Chapter V Letter #1 -- Chapter V (from the Editors) MANAGING EDITOR'S STATEMENT: Earlier versions of these letters appeared on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/cob-n-pen/) Adult-content rating: This work of erotic expression is fiction. Any resemblance to actual events is entirely coincidental. These are sketches or skits of imagined happenings only. For our purposes, all of the characters are portrayed by adults eighteen years of age or older, hence the customary prohibitions need not apply. If reading erotic fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are under age for reading this type of material, or if this is not what you wish to read, please leave these pages now. Summary: A young teen brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall their first connubial times in the 1930's by way of a patchwork of letters sent to their kind Uncle Doctor who had helped them out of a jam. Welcome to this collection of putative autobiographical letters. They honor the risqué writings of the early masters Defoe, Fielding and Cleland, and are dashed off in the style of later Victorian erotic literature, such as Paul De Kock, `Jack Saul' and Oscar Wilde. Genteel and naughty, these reports of amatory attractions among family and friends provide both the soft and slow seasoned with the hard and fast. They are intended to tantalize as well as gratify. + + + + + Letter #1; Chapter VI (Selected Comments from Readers regarding an earlier submission.) . . ~"This is a really well-crafted bit of work, and I've been deeply impressed. It's rare to find something of such lyrical quality on the web or indeed on the shelves of many a bookstore. Thanks for producing it." AN . . ~"I am writing to express my adulation of Cob `n Pen and their fantastic adventures. Your composition reads like poetry and is so epic in nature that it is easy to visualize and be transported to the world in which Cob and Pen live and breathe." SHF . . ~"Cob-n-Pen - fantastic story. I read your stories and it was a delicious read. History laced with eroticism! Perfect!! Thank you!" KF . . ~"I just wanted to say how hot your Cob `n Pen story is. I can't wait for the next episode. Ah, the exquisite pleasure of cumming deep in the womb from which one emerged. And you captured so well the exquisite pleasure of a cock deep in one's ass." CW . . ~"I am fascinated by our Cainan Faith Community members who, like young Jacob and Penelope, tell of their timeless deeds in dated carnal words and so appeal to my senile masturbatory musings. For one reason or another, like them, we each seem to be completely flawed personalities riven by anguish and doubt. We are desperately out of joint, alienated but not wanting to be, and ever yearning to understand the rules of the game - the lewd rights of paganism." Foster Drake, M.D. "Uncle Doctor" Cainan Faith Community Member . . ~"I ran beneath the silvery moon with Cob and Pen as they made their way to the swimming hole to frolic and cool their warm teen bodies in its waters. My own cock oozed precum right along with Cob's leaking member as he was excited by his sister and tried so very hard to resist her public displays of affection. I experienced multiple orgasms when they ultimately made it to the shelter of the Green Grotto and were able to foreplay and finally become `the beast with the two backs'. You have written them so beautifully that the mere thought of Cob -- with his flaming red hair, lanky masculine adolescent build and long bulbous cock -- is enough to get me panting, with blood rushing down to my tumescent groin. FHS + + + + + Letter #1; Chapter VII (program of the Readings - subject to change] TABLE OF CONTENTS . Act I: FOREPLAY P&C L-01 ONE Introduction P&C L-02 TWO The Parsonage P&C L-03 THREE Family Life P&C L-04 FOUR Bath Time P&C L-05 FIVE Wooly Memories P&C L-06 SIX Grotto & News Clippings P&C L-07 SEVEN Uncle Laetitia P&C L-08 EIGHT Cainan Camp P&C L-09 NINE Phaedrus P&C L-10 TEN Cousin Baalam P&C L-11 ELEVEN Starch & Patches . Act II: CONSUMMATION P&C L-12 TWELVE Matinée & The Parsonage P&C L-13 THIRTEEN Penny & Mickey P&C L-14 FOURTEEN Circle Jerk P&C L-15 FIFTEEN Shotgun Shack P&C L-16 SIXTEEN Midsummer P&C L-17 SEVENTEEN NightWalker P&C L-18 EIGHTEEN Cobby & Mickey P&C L-19 NINETEEN Autumn Equinox Exposé #1 P&C L-20 TWENTY Autumn Equinox Exposé #2 P&C L-21 TWENTY-ONE Penny's Panties P&C L-22 TWENTY-TWO Full Moon Enculade #1 P&C L-23 TWENTY-THREE Full Moon Enculade #2 P&C L-24 TWENTY-FOUR New Moon Prelude P&C L-25 TWENTY-FIVE Penny - First Time P&C L-26 TWENTY-SIX Cobby - First Time . Act III: AFTERGLOW P&C L-27 TWENTY-SEVEN Nevermore P&C L-28 TWENTY-EIGHT Timothy Grass P&C L-29 TWENTY-NINE Bicycle P&C L-30 THIRTY Goho Ring P&C L-31 THIRTY-ONE Daddy's Letter P&C L-32 THIRTY-TWO Swim at Grotto P&C L-33 THIRTY-THREE Hanging Tree P&C L-34 THIRTY-FOUR Cobby & Mom #1 P&C L-35 THIRTY-FIVE Cobby & Mom #2 P&C L-36 THIRTY-SIX Penny & Suzie P&C L-37 THIRTY-SEVEN Penny & Dad P&C L-38 THIRTY-EIGHT Pregnant P&C L-39 THIRTY-NINE Cobby & Mickey Quebec P&C L-40 FORTY Ménages à Trois P&C L-41 FORTY-ONE Red Lake Labrynth +++++ + + END OF PEN-COB LETTER #1 + +