Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2024 00:38:52 -0500
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: Pen&Cob #5 Bisexual Incest

Pen&Cob#5  Bisexuual Incest
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PEN&COB     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.
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Letter #5;  Penny's Woolly-Memories:     Uncle Doctor  &  Daddy
Epistler: Penelope Cygnet Schwann
Date: Events Occurring in Early 1930's
Place: Parsonage, beyond Shallow Lake

Letter #5;  Chapter I -     Uncle Doctor

Do you remember, dearest Uncle Doctor....,

...my fantasied night so long ago when I was nearly ten? The envisioned
day, the needed night -- I imagined sliding, slithering tightly together
with bare-bottomed brother Cobby upon warm, mossy shore high above
living-loving stream - sun aglow & setting - clouds awhirl & darkening --
our smooth sibling-slick skin slipping along one another's upon the
river bank yet then we fell -- crying out! -- clinging together! - my
hands hungering at his lengthening limbs and legs, his amorous arms along
my back and bottom, clasping, clutching tight together as we fell, fell,
fell far down ever toward the deep swirling-whirling inner recesses of
the waters beneath the falls & I cried out,  "AAH...!"

So!

You can imagine Daddy running in panic. There I was in the parlor on the
parquet-floor by the great red overstuffed sofa, having fallen off during
my late afternoon nap-dream and I was rattled and red-faced. I told him I
hurt, I did, I hurt my tummy & Daddy sent for you, Uncle Doctor. He
hurried to the neighbors to call on their telephone, the only one in the
area, for I yowled with a touch of lower belly ache -- OUCH! - & perhaps
I was even hot & Daddy worried that I'd have to go to hospital to get my
`Bendix' out, whatever that was, & you came to see me at our haunted
Victorian manse, The Parsonage, near Shallow Lake, so very, very late
that night.

I got up & looked out the window to see your long, fairytale Peerless-8
motor-car -- silver with the black running boards - drive up, but it was
too dark & Daddy made me get back on the big red sofa in the hot parlor &
under the scratchy Afghan to wait for you & wait for you & wait for you.
I didn't like waiting. Then I heard the back kitchen door open & shut.
Daddy was talking there with you & you both were laughing. Mom was away
again with some high school boys as I think Daddy told you, & Cobby was
upstairs sound asleep in the old Nursery. And then there was that other
giggly voice - her voice: Cousin Suzie's voice! Your little daughter,
Uncle Doctor, four years older than me; my pretty and naughty `It Girl'
Cousin Suzie from  your second marriage - that one to the twin sister of
your first wife, she the mother of Cousin Steven -  Suzie and Steven
being half-sister & brother. Suzie!

The parlor was dark, while the light from the kitchen cast shadowy
outlines in the doorway in-between & I was scared but so excited because
everybody knew about the doctor - 'Uncle Doctor' - & now you were at my
house! You looked old to my eyes, tall & bone-thin & kindly & strong,
your grey hair the shape of a lion's mane, & with your black doctor's
bag & wide-brimmed brown fedora & dark green tweed jacket & grey-tinted
eye glasses - everybody knew about your grey-tinted glasses & your big
silver Peerless automobile - & your cigar, whose lit end you constantly
waved about under your chin, & how you smelled of antiseptic carbolic
acid.

Daddy and young Cousin Suzie giggled and hugged in the kitchen while you
came to look in on me in the parlor & I don't know if I was really sick,
but I wanted attention & you gave it. You adjusted the little kerosine
night-light lantern & looked me over & you made me swallow some of that
bitter brown stuff - `Brown's Opium Tincture' you said - mixed with
teaspoons of Old Aunt Else's medicinal mushroom-elixir from the small
Newfoundland soapstone jug. It was awful! It made me sleepy. That was,
you said, so you could perform your doctoring correctly & examine me in
the proper way. I did get drowsy, while you & Daddy worked at fixing the
big old `Grandfather Josiah wall-clock' to make it tick & tock again -
everybody knew about how our Uncle Doctor did `clock surgery'.

The warmth & gloom of the parlor was heightened by the dim flickering
light of the red lamp & the bit of glow coming in through the crack of
the barely-open door from the kitchen. I dozed & was dizzy & woozy. Then
that true pixie - the `Absinthe-Green Fairy' herself, my Cousin Suzie -
slipped in and petted me, calling me her `dollie'. She had me hug her
worn-fabric rag doll, the lovey old worn one with red-yarn hair, painted
eyes and a triangle nose. Suzie lifted my nighty to pet me and stroke my
legs and belly and cheeks and I did feel better when she kissed me. We
had played this game before...,

...and I liked it.
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Letter #5;  Chapter II

In the dark...,

...the sounds of the distant footsteps I had barely heard before now began
to shiver the walls & make them waver & shake - was it all real, or was
it a dreamy wish? I caught the reverberations of the echoing laughter in
the kitchen & I'm sure I did not get up, movement being beyond me at
that point, so I wasn't moving except that the rag doll and I were
swimming, or carried by waves, rolling or waving, up, down, side to side
- quite wonderful - & I giggled & I was floating, floating, floating in
the air. The Afghan blanket showed circles & squares I had not seen
before, brilliant blues & yellows, even with little light in the room,
yet there was light & the outline of the sofa sparkled & danced when I
moved my head & I was drifting off the fuzzy scarlet cushions & out over
the enflamed Persian rug with the endlessly changing symmetrical
patterns, leaves & stalks & opening blossoms & waving grasses. Cousin
Suzie and I flowed to the crack of the door to the kitchen & the light
beyond shifted this way & that, so we peeked in at you, Uncle Doctor,
where you & Daddy were shining & whispering by the kitchen table &
shimmering in the shadows.

The light sparkled & glistened as you and Daddy shifted & glimmered &
laughed & took long swallows out of the small iridescent jug, which held
more of Old Aunt Else's honey-mushroom concoction. Daddy loosened &
tossed aside his blue denim work shirt which billowed out like a cloud to
settle as a sail might in a slow blue flicker to the floor, then Daddy
was in just his workpants & sleeveless undershirt. So strong. For Daddy
was not very old, maybe twenty-four or so, since he had been very, very
young when I was born, yet he was so much fun, a big overgrown boy,
always doing his `daily dozen' knee-bends & muscle exercises & all to
keep from being a `fatty-wobbler', he said. Suzie & I watched him hug
you, Uncle Doctor. He hugged you for a long time, do you remember? You
two were glowing in the waving light, like dancing, & were you kissing?

Then you were patting him, Uncle Doctor, on his beautiful flexing
muscular arms, both of you swaying like seaweed at the bottom of the
ocean & your hands were somehow at his string undershirt & you both were
close & cuddling & his hands were inside your dark green tweed jacket
while the two of you stood wrestling easy, writhing & wriggling so very
slow, dancing close, so close that you were one. The jug lifted twinkling
in the air & you both took mouthfuls & nuzzled & kissed more. You were
kissing. I supposed that was strange, but things were foggy as I hovered
there, floating, but I knew not to float into the other room & I lingered
with Suzie by the crack of the door.

You stood in the kitchen with your back to us in the parlor, Uncle
Doctor. Daddy settled on his knees before you, praying I supposed; he'd
lost his undershirt & his bare chest and arms were fit and strong, he was
handsome & good-looking, so vital & you stood close before him, rippling
as though seen through an ancient crown-glass window, when you took that
broad stance which blocked Daddy from my sight; you looking down at him,
patting his head or his face in front of you, I imagined. Your intake of
breath as you gasped, Uncle Doctor, sounding surprised & happy while your
hands reached to stroke Daddy's golden curly hair & down his neck & back
as he knelt as though in intercessory prayer, face-front before you on
his knees, nodding his head right & left at your front, bobbing against
your front, buried in your front, deep & nodding, nodding - ...nodding in
prayer of adoration I knew it must be. It was hard to keep my eyes open.
After forever you gasped aloud and stumbled, or shivered & pulled Daddy
up to stand with you in a sparkling starry surge when you two grasped
each other & your faces were together so you might've shared 'A Kiss!',
a long sucking-smacking celestial kiss -- I heard it - *SMACK* -

...as you two hugged hard.
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Letter #5:  Chapter III

Somehow the fluttering air...,

...or Cousin Suzie lifted me & swam me back to settle on the now deep
maroon sofa as I heard footsteps from the kitchen & a door swinging with
sounds ricocheting all around the waving parlor walls with a
reverberating drip--drip--drip of dripping water from the kitchen sink so
far away & my Uncle Doctor's slow soft footfalls shaking the walls. A
minute or a year later, Uncle Doctor, you might've slipped into the hot
parlor to look in on me. Was that Cousin Suzie standing before me with a
stethoscope & wearing the wavy green tweed coat? Was that you Uncle
Doctor lying on the couch, rising & wafting about -- waiting, waiting,
waiting -- or was that me?

"Sweet niece, Penelope," someone whispered in a warbling way, "I need to
check you thoroughly now."

I'd have been dreamy from the nasty brown tincture & mushroom medicine &
I could not come fully awake, so it was all I could do to just lie there,
arms & legs flopped wide-open on the cushions staring up at you in a
twinkling medicine dream. You might've taken off your green tweed jacket
& had rolled your shirtsleeves up, & I could see the course graying hair
fluttering on your brawny forearms just like ferns waving in the garden,
the muscles bunching & loosening as you moved.

You smiled & your cool hand ran ever so soft over my forehead & cheek &
neck & my chest & tickled my tummy, then your large, strong palms were on
my knees, easing them aside & down -- so gentle, while your friendly
fingers brushed upon me to uncover me completely & I didn't have my
nighty & my panties were gone. The rush of air over my bare skin felt hot
from the fireplace & cold from the night & might have lifted me up
floating & far, far & away.

"There, there, Cherry Blossom," you murmured in a kind & gravelly
voice; "I have uncovered you, & shall press your hips apart."

To check me below, was it you or Cousin Suzie who drew that warm,
examining hand along my inner thigh to emit those sparks? Were my legs
spread farther, farther, while I lay there, lifting & hovering, panting &
sighing?

"At first nothing can be seen...," you recited, or was that Suzie reading
later? "...But fresh smooth flesh molded like a budding flower hiding the
entrance to her well of pleasure."

Were those your silky-soft finical-fingers finding their way between my
thighs & kitty-pen lips? So, something stirring deep in my body with
strangeness & I jumped - soaring sky-upward with legs parting to the
sides & hips jolting with such strange sensations, pleasing sensations,
so I gripped tight with lifting & soaring & wheeling away high in the sky
where my center rose to meet Fingers, ...Great, Long, Strong,
Phalanx-Feelers, Shimmering Fiddling Flirting Fingers, ahh...! Clenching
down below at my thighs to keep them with me & so those were MY fingers
now & I took them within & gasped for breath, like from running or
wrestling with brother Cobby or dashing Daddy or sliding upon the
ash-wood clothes pole. Then..., subsiding, diminishing & all as wide open
as mythical Daughter Danaë arrayed in spawn from Father Zeus beneath
splendacious sun as a suffusing, seeding, siring shower sought and
secured such Persean-issue once again.

Then dear older Cousin Suzie whispered in my ears, or was that years
later, "Ah, your two lovely lips have opened by themselves at the touch
of my fingers. As if to afford me entrance."

Was it you, Uncle Doctor, who looked in my eyes oh so gentle & did I look
up at you? Your grey-glinting eyes calling forth my soul & I wanted you;
I wanted you then, or was it when I was older and imagining? I tried to
speak, but the mushroom-elixir poppy-juice only let me sigh while your
smile grew so I felt fingers palpate in me - loving, teasing the special
spot inside - a falling, plunging shuddering, my knees buckling; I could
not see & I wanted to gasp or weep or laugh, but I could not....

...I went limp.
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Letter #5:  Chapter IV

In my haze...,

...even then I heard my own voice or Suzie's voice sighing, singing,
speaking, reading many years later from an old smutty book:
..."I feed my eyes upon your flesh, so like the luscious pulp of some
savory fruit, appetizing to behold. Within those cherry lips nestles your
tiny bud -- that living flower of flesh and blood shivers & protrudes
itself toward me. There! Ah, Penelope, you help me in my work, shaking
your buttocks in so sweet a way as your little flower expands its petals
and sheds forth ambrosial dew. Two fingers now, around and down and up,
then carry some to my lips for a taste. Ahh..., so rich, so sweet, so
savory are you."

As though I was on our backyard rope-swing then; our rope-swing swinging
from the great tall chestnut tree behind the Parsonage; my own laughing
big-brother Cobby's playful hands pressing upon my back, pulling-pushing
me, high, higher, up in the air & down, up, up in the air so high, & down
& up to the sky, the blue into the sun with his hands at my back & belly
& below & within, so far within & the grass so green and our splashing
bath-time all bare in the tub & the squeal & the sliding, sliding,
sliding on the smooth ash-wood clothes pole. [Letter #6  ] The full
searing flare-up inside my body, rising all through me, swinging high,
splashing, sliding; I gasped to call out Cobby's and Suzie's and
Daddy's and Uncle Doctor's names - writhing, clinging, sailing,,
soaring....

Did my hips thrust fretfully, Uncle Doctor, your fingers teasing within
my pen & finding my wet little nubbin, my `Imp'? How I wished to hear
your rumbling voice -- or Daddy's, or Suzie's - reverberantly saying my
name:
..."Penelope, Penelope, ah sweet Penelope my Cherry Blossom. Do not shy
away from the venereous sensations to be brought forth. Take pride in
them. Here, here is where you may find joy by hand, tongue, toe or
plaything of any kindred soul - you may pleasure yourself to your
heart's content all your life long. By doing this nightly you shall
sleep as the Angels in Heaven do when so suffused by their Lord and
Father.... Enjoy."

I might've lifted & floated & echoed from the ceiling & floor & walls &
cellar & the sky-parlor & I was happy, & at ease, & it was sparkling &
funny & I laughed & laughed & laughed.

Sometime after the examination, did you, Uncle Doctor, take your hand
away to hold it sniffing to your nose & licking to your lips before
adjusting your trousers? I know you patted me on the head, & pulled my
nightie down since all I could do was lie there by Cousin Suzie and gasp
and giggle, giggle..., naughty joke, naughty joke, naughty joke....

"Penelope," you rumbled, "You must learn to bridle your emotions while
a sparking clinical examination is taking place. I'm sure you may manage
from here."

Then smiles were given to me & I was told that I was a very good girl &
all better & to go to sleep now & all promised to be better by morning &
with no further word you & Daddy left. Then Cousin Suzie & the rag doll
with the red yarn hair and triangle nose drifted away from the big couch
in the Parlor into the good night. Ever after, ever so often, I've
touched myself just so, stirring my own `surprises', my
'cherry-blossoms times', thinking of your gifts to me, the gentle guides,
the teachings, the instructions...,

...so I shall remember, dear Uncle Doctor.
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Letter #5;  Chapter V  -   Daddy

Late that night...,

....Uncle Doctor & Cousin Suzie departed in the great silver & black
Peerless automobile. I fell asleep on the big red sofa in the Parsonage
parlor. What dreams I had I do not recall, but I do know that at the
first blush of dawn I wanted my father & that made me remember the other
times.

After all, I was Daddy's girl. I was nearly ten years old & I liked to
tease & wrestle with my father, & to tickle him, he was so lean &
well-muscled & smelled of hay & horses. When our family went
skinny-dipping at the swimming hole near Old Aunt Elsa's place by Pike
Lake Crossroads, I climbed onto Daddy's broad, muscley back with my legs
stretched wide about his naked hips & made him prance around like `Ride
a Cock-Horse'.

Daddy might sit close to me so that there was nowhere else for me to
move. He'd brush against me when he reached for things. I felt the
movement in his strong, muscley shoulder as I leaned on him. When he
squatted behind me as we played bat-&-ball he twiddled his big fingers at
my bottom to make we giggle & wriggle. When I'd park myself on his lap I
could feel `it' through his shorts. `It' made me jiggle & laugh. No
one else was ever, ever to know - but I knew.

"Daddy," I said shaking my finger & playing the bossy little daughter.
"I'm a good girl, & don't wet my panties.  But look -- now you've made
my panties wet & drippy.  Naughty Daddy!"

He liked to chant from our old Cainan Faith Community scriptures:
" `O daughter-sister who nursed at our mother's breasts.
-When I come upon thee, I shall kiss thee.
-& none may look down on me or despise me.' "
(Canticles of Cainan, 8: 1)

Daddy did kiss me! He'd be on a toot & smell all beery then he'd grab
me & smooch me & tickle me almost to death until I yelled `uncle'. He
touched places that were forbidden, but I didn't try to stop him. We
just were having fun & 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
that morning after that night.

I forgot it for years, but it came back while writing these letters to
you, Uncle Doctor. Not even Cobby knew. Nor is he ever to know. We were
still at the old Shallow Lake Parsonage & of course Dad seemed ancient at
the time, but probably was only twenty-four or maybe twenty-five years
old. Naturally, I had seen him in bed with Mom, so even then I knew that
he was just an overgrown boy -- with his wide, strong shoulders, solid
hips & thigh muscles & sturdy legs - handsome & randy like a humping
pup-dog. Mom worked days as a nurse's aide, & after his work at the
horse farm Daddy retired to the Parlor late each night to write his
naughty sermons. In the morning he took tea & toast to Mom as she cuddled
with Jacob in her bed, & now & then I was there too, so we could spend a
little time together before she left for work & Cobby went to school.

Daddy was my minder during the day when he let me stay home. He'd be
really tired after writing all night & I rested upstairs in my bed in the
Nursery. He snoozed downstairs in the Parsonage Parlor where the sunlight
came in through the weathered, crimson stained-glass windows. I was
restless, studying the cracks in the ceiling that had the habit of
sometimes looking like a rabbit. I rapped on the wall until he said to
come on down, which he always did. So, on that morning he settled to lie
down behind me on the big red sofa & tried to get me to nap under the
pink knit Afghan so he could get more rest. I was small for my nearly ten
years of age, wiggling like little girls do, until he got impatient &
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 his bellly while he snored. He moaned in his
sleep. I am not sure how I recognized `it', but I did. That lumpy thing
pushing on my bottom...,

...was Daddy's `it'!
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Letter #5;  Chapter VI

"Daddy...?"

..."Hmm, hi."

"Daddy, may we play?  Daddy?"

"Mmm?  Uh-huh...  Yeah...."

Daddy had said `yes' after all. So, being grown-up about things, I
reached my hand back behind me to see what his thingy felt like. I felt
`it'. Sometimes `it' was soft & droopy like a pair of socks, but now
`it' was like a big, long, stiff carrot. His breathing got heavy in my
ear & he started to hunch his hips upon mine. Hadn't we played such
games before?  Someday I might play with him like a grown-up mommy & he
might call out my name like I'd heard him call out our
Mother-Magdelena's. Even then I knew that my dad & I were crossing a
forbidden line.

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

"Nothing" I said, having been caught in my naughty endeavor, but I
didn't stop & he didn't stop me.

He yawned & pulled away & fell back asleep, or so I thought. But in a
moment he nuzzled my neck, tucked my bottom to his tummy & tightened his
arm around me.

"Hmm, so soft & so fresh.  I am lost.  Ah, Penelope," he whispered into
my hair from behind, making my scalp prickle. "Go ahead.  Play.  Play!
That feels so, uhh..., good."

I could tell from his sounds that he liked my feeling it. He kissed the
nape of my neck.  I watched the dust motes dance in the morning sunlight,
shining multicolored through the tinted window glass of the Parlor onto
the faded red plush sofa & onto our bare skin then down onto the parquet
floor. He pulled me tighter against him & licked the inside of my ear.

"Oh Daddy, that tickles."

"Mmm...," my Dad said. "Oh!  You smell so good & feel so good too.
Mmm...!"

I didn't know what he meant, but I liked the way he said it. It gave me
shivers up & down my spine to be lying there on top of my big & strong
Daddy, doing wicked, grown-up mommy things with him. .

"Uhm, you are so little, & I ought not..., must not...," he pulled away.
 "But you are such a good girl.  And we're only playing, aren't we?"

Grunting his satisfaction, Dad slipped his hand under the waistband of my
panties. His fingers felt big & blunt & strong. Soon he was touching me
all over. Over my thighs, stomach, cheeks & long, black locks of hair,
everywhere - rubbing me & sliding his fingers under my nightie top. He
hugged me, pawing my things off at the same time. I was giggling & tried
to squeeze him like when wrestling even as he left me uncovered -- all
naked except for just my little white socks.

"Oh," Daddy gazed at me, "you are so beautiful, so very beautiful.  I
cannot....  I should not....  I must not...."

Ever so slow & with kisses, he pulled me along against him as he rolled
onto his back. Daddy lifted me upon his muscley bare chest with those
coils of bristly blonde hairs, asking my permission with his pleading
eyes. He smelled of soap & man-sweat as he kissed & licked the nipples on
my chest while my insides clenched & melted. We hadn't played this
before. He looked into my eyes & so I smiled to settle down face-to-face
on his great, firm, fuzzy chest. He never wore a pajama top, & the
bottoms were untied & so were wide opened. I was fascinated by that trail
of fine, golden blonde hair that ran down the middle of his muscly body
from his chest over his hard belly & all the way below. That great pokey
`thingy' of his fascinated me too, hard & pointing straight up at the
ceiling, looking huge & so tall.

"Hmm..., things are growing up as we speak.  Me & you, too. Those
nickle-size bumps beneath your cute, itsy nipples, see how they're stiff
now, Penelope."

"Daddy...," I writhed at his touch.  "Feels funny..."

"Oh Great Cainan!  Sweetie..., you're so cute.  Mommy's at work &
Cobby's at school.  Just the two of us.  Shall we play our `Great
Game'? Me & my little girl...?"

..."May we, Daddy?  Please?"
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Letter #5;  Chapter VII

Daddy held me...,

...then he pulled me between his muscular arms, against his hard, furry
chest, burying his nose in my hair, kissing my neck, making me feel so
special. He put his face close to mine. But when his tongue stuck in my
mouth, it was a shock, like being pierced. He kissed me again, wiggling
his tongue on mine & it was juicy.

"...Yaggy...!" I muffled, clinging to the tightly coiled, golden hair on
his big, broad chest with my small hands.

He murmured a "So sorry," & kissed the tears away from my face.  "...I
am so lost."

He looked at me & stroked me in a way that made me feel proud. I was to
`Play Mommy', & he was `Daddy', straining at the leash.

"You really are amazing." Then he sang our special song:
" `I see you & you see me.
`Here comes Daddy!  One -- Two - Three!'
"Here I come, sweetie...mmm...."

I liked all the attention he gave me. I lay on his chest & he spun me
about like a top. I came to rest with my legs spread on either side of
his head & my face was down on his belly. He lightly stroked my inner
thighs, his questing fingers helping them to drift apart.

"Oh...!  Daddy!"

"Aw, sweet little one," he hummed.  "And here's your mysterious little
`Garden Furrow' with its keen `Budding Flower', so ready to be tilled
& sown with the `Seed of Life'."

Daddy held me head-down upon his chest with my face below his belly & my
legs spread wide on either side of his chin. His unshaven jaw scraped me
between my thighs. Then he kissed my `down there'! I was shocked. He
pressed his mouth against me, lips upon me, even tongue into my little
girl center. It was very, very odd, but ever so special. Stunned, my
limbs crumpled, & I lay still as he lapped at my itty kitty-pen. All of
me tightened with the invasion. Yet things did feel so special, so
strangely special, like the so special of rubbing on the ash-wood clothes
pole beneath the chestnut tree with Cobby.  Then Daddy had me scoot back
down even farther along his hard belly. His big carrot-thing was sticking
up between his legs & right then was in front of my face.  It wagged at
me. I sniffed the heavy coppery-penny & pee scent, even while he licked
back up between my legs.

"Ah, Miss Penelope, this is our `Tree of Life', our `Potent Plow',
to till a rich & virginal soil," he said in between kisses to my
kitty-pen.

Daddy's `Tree' was before me. Somehow, I knew this part of the `Great
Game' was like sucking my own thumb; I was to let my mouth come down on
the top of `it'. The softly-stiff, purply, plum-sized head slipped
through my lips just a little, & then went between my teeth & onto my
tongue tasting salty & sour. Yet it was warm & smooth & hard & my lips &
cheeks pursed in a suck-suck-suck. When had Daddy & I done this before?

"Oh yes, my little Penelope, you who have nursed at our Mommy's breast.
Now nurse this.  Nurse it now."

My tongue pressed upon `it'.  Daddy loved that. He groaned, saying what
a good girl I was. I liked that part. Then his tongue was at my little
kitty-pen again & that made me warm. It all began to happen.  Of a sudden
inside me I was very hot & all shiny & then I shook & shook & went limp
in his hug. I was shocked from the surprise of it all, but I found I now
was sucking hard and harder. The tip of his big, stiff `thing' was just
like sucking my own thumb. Hard. So hard I choked on it. Suddenly, Daddy
stiffened & pulled out of my mouth & I could breathe again. He twirled me
completely around once more, so I lay with my face up on his chest & my
tummy bouncing right on top of his hard belly while my legs dangled down
upon his strong hips.

"Oh, you're so light.  You're like a toy dollie - a sweet, little rag
doll with red yarn hair, dark painted eyes and a triangle nose."

My eyes went as big as saucers, looking upon my Daddy's face.  He stared
within me as he shifted about to line himself up with me. I began to suck
my thumb for real, as I always did when sleepy and dreamy....

..."I'll be careful, baby."
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Letter #5;  Chapter VIII

Daddy panted...,

...as his strong hands cupped my little round butt to pull me hard upon
him there. He rocked & rocked, sawing back & forth against me, back &
forth.

"Oh Daddy...."

A thrust sent his `it' upon my wet little Imp. I gasped. My eyes popped
wide & I gripped him tight with my arms & legs. I was so hot that I
shivered. I'd seen when our father lay on his back & pulled the pillow or
sofa cushion over on top of himself in this same way -- hump--hump--hump
- so now it was my turn to play at being his humping pillow. He did not
go inside, just rubbing my outside. Meanwhile his finger worked at my
bottom, making me writhe & cry out. I felt like being split in two. Such
a long time - his grunting & sweating - my squealing - as I shook & bit
him hard while I whimpered. Then I felt mine -- my own surprise - that
rise of warmth & wonder well-up within me & through me & all over me, so
sudden & flaring as if I had to release pee. But I didn't pee.

 "I love you, Penelope," then Daddy sang:
" `Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, to see a fine Penny upon a white
horse.
-With bells on her fingers and bells on her toes, Penny makes music
wherever she goes.' "

"Uh, umm, hmm, u-h-h-h..., " I murmured, making such music upon my
`white daddy-horse'.

Daddy's muscley body tensed, wrenched, clenched in waves; his breathing
ragged as he rubbed me over him. There I was on top of him, young & small
for my age. I could feel him push `it' along my skin down there. It
stung. It was a shock. I was all tears. His strong, stalwart shoulders
tensed. Sweat poured off his clinching muscles as he worked `it'
between my legs along the outside. Once again, I quivered with that
feeling like I had to pee.

His voice shook & sang with his ragged breathing, "I see you, & you see
me.  Here cums Daddy...!" he sang out abruptly. "...one!   Two!   ...!
THREE...!"

He went rigid with a roar that surprised me all over again. I felt it.

"Daddy..., you peeing at me?"

My father's creamy love-milk blasted upon me, smelling fruity & sweet &
sour. It began to spew out the sides of my groin, running down my chubby,
young thighs.

"No...!  Ngh, ahh!  Ngh-ah!  My Penny!  Ahh!  Penny-pea!  Mmh, ahh!
Penelope...."

This immense man, my father, actually not much more than a big, burly
boy, called out my name again & again & again & shook helpless below me
on the bed. He began to collapse beneath me in stages. I didn't have the
words then, but small as I was, I knew. Big as he was, I had somehow made
him yearn & whimper & cringe so tenderly. I liked it that I could make
this big strong man shake & shrivel & submit all open. I did that to him.
His shoulders dropped back, he finally shrank & slid aside from me with a
small sigh.

"Good girl," Daddy panted, patting my head. "Oh, nature has given you
girls such power over us men. Yours is the whip hand. I am but a slave.
Such a good little `Daddy's Girl'."

Finally, with a loving look in his eye, Daddy gazed upon my splayed legs,
all so slimed with that whitish-grey jellying-sauce. Moist tears dripped
down my cheeks as my thumb found its familiar 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 flopped beside him on the sofa. This big, strong boy -- my own father.
I lay there on my side, all bare & wet & sticky & sweet. His stuff was
thick as cream that had soured; then soon it thinned like egg white &
changed to clear, before drying on my skin as stiff & flaky as school
paste-glue.

Ahh..., I was so very pleased with pleasing my Daddy.

One way or another, in some strange way. I knew I was the `master' of
him, & by extension of all such boys & their `man-cocks'. My slight
sway could make them helpless. I drew my knees right up to my chin,
sucking on my thumb, & watched the way Daddy lay beside me there
overcome, shiny with sweat, watching me.  He drew his hand through his
own syrupy stuff & rubbed some of it over my bottom & up between my legs
into my pen-place - & ever so softly I purred.

"You know we should keep what we do secret from Mommy & brother Jacob,
right?"

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

Daddy was all tears & had a huge smile at the same time. He rolled off
the big red parlor sofa & slowly stood all bare before me. We glanced at
our dripping `love-juice' collecting on the oak parquet floor. Taking
his time, Daddy gathered his clothes. He stood naked before me in order
for me to see all of him & with some pride he stuffed himself in &
buttoned his pants without turning away - his impudence but a sign of his
enslavement, I knew.

Daddy tucked the Afgan cover about me & announcerd, "It's nearly time
for lunch. What would you like today?"

Every day I wanted Daddy. Before, when I was unable to fall asleep, I
would tap fretfully on the wall to get Daddy's attention. He would call
for me & comfort me with loving kisses & much more. But after, when they
took him away to the Hamilton Inebriate Asylum, I'd knock on the wall
all day long & knock & knock & knock...,

...but there was never an answer.
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