To Gittit with Eternal Love An Erotic Horrifying Story (or, more accurately: an ultra-sick Horror Story) by Incestual Romance Disclaimer: The following Story, its main plot as well as all its sub-plots and absolutely EVERYTHING in it, is a mere sick FANTASY, as my brain has created it. Absolutely NONE of this is real, period. Personally, the main characters make me sick and the main idea of the plot = shiver. It is NOT for the faint of Heart!!!! You have been warned. Copyright © by the Author, hereby known as Incestual Romance, 2014, 2015. Any commercial use of this matterial is strictly forbidden. Any totally-Free distribution of this Story is encouraged, as long as nothing is changed, all these paragraphs are present and it does not require and/or involve any payment, credit-card, age-check, reader-identification, banners and/or any other such thing, ever. Chapter One Hello, My Identity-Document's number is 0-3220284-8, i am a bisexual, passive and obedient jewish male, born 1975 and my anarchically- given "name" is Kedem 'oded. I have three sisters, all younger than myself: 0-3695001-8 Kedem nurit, born 1978; 0-4109005-8 Kedem gittit, born 1982; and 0-4900890-8 Kedem dana, born 1985. We used to have had one more sister, 0-4700951-8 Kedem no'a, born 1984, but she was hit to death by a car, right in front of our door-step, in the middle of the pedestrian-crossing - by a drunk female-driver, who was driving in the wrong direction, after ignoring two "no entry" traffic signs and was, naturally, very sleepy and blurred-minded - a day before she was exactly nine-and-a-half. Actually, i saw '951 no'a being hit: it all happened, after all, right under my bedroom-window, and so, thanks to this joyful fact, i was blessed with an excellent viewpoint. Naturally, i could have warned her and very easily saved her young life; i did see the vehicle approaches from a very large distance, saw it entering, illegally, into our narrow street, i did see '951 getting ready to cross the street, standing by the edge of the sidewalk and looking worriedly leftwards, to her left our street had been totally vacant by then, while to her right one gigantic parked truck, had completely blocked her field of view, but anyway, she had absolutely no reason, to check her right-hand side: our street has always been one-way- only, all our life, even before i was born. Ever since it was built. And so, right then, she started crossing. I could, as i said, call out to her and warn her - of the fast car, approaching illegally from the wrong direction, which she was unable to see because of the truck - and of course, i knew exactly, what will happen, should i keep my mouth shut... And i did keep my mouth shut. While watching, my mouth actually watering, in sweet expectancy of what is to come... Because, at 18, i wanted nothing more in this world, than to see, with my very own eyes, how a lovely, adorable sweet little girly girl, is being hit to death, by a car, right on the crossing-lane... yes, even if the girly girl in question, is no other, but my very own sweet, lovely and adorable little nine-year-old sister. Especially if she is my very own sweet, lovely and adorable little nine-year-old sister. My heart pounding violently inside my chest, i saw her being hit, hard, from the side of the car, being thrown upon the asphalt, right in front of the car's fast wheels - and the hitting car's front left wheel runs over her head and completely crushing her sweet, so-adorable lovely little face... And then i came, hard, right into '005-gittit's warm, obediently accepting little 11-year-old mouth, while closing my eyes tight, licking my lips and, ever so gratefully, savouring the miraculous sight, of '951 being so dramatically demoted, from the sweet, obedient and helpful little girl she'd been and which we've always adored, pampered and loved so much, into a lifeless, repulsive and belly-turning heap of blood, clothes, hair, saliva, brain and internal body-parts. And, all the while, pumping glob after glob after glob, of my gooey, babies-making essence, deep into the obediently accepting mouth of my 11-year-old sister, 0-4109005-8 Kedem gittit. This, of course, had not been the first time i have used my cutie little sister's warm, wet and gladly-given mouth as a comfortable receptacle for my gushing sperm: i had to come at least six times a day and have come to expect my bunch of trusting, always eager to please and nearly always available little sisters to joyfully, admiringly and thankfully serve my urgent needs. But '005 has always, without any single shred of doubt, been my most highly preferred - and the most satisfying - suck-hole, to have ever served my cock. Since - her having adopt the nick-name "borg robo-babe", 6 months and 3 weeks prior to that gorgeous, marvelously envigourating day, to officially seal her sacred and public oath to become the world's first-ever Borg-drone and flesh-&-blood selfless and emotionless child- robot, whose sole devoution and purpose in life, 24/7, is the happy, complete and total satisfaction, of everyone around her aside - she also has always had a special knack for cock-sucking, deep-throating and sperm-drinking. She did send one worried, slightly-quizzical look at me, when we heard the screams, yells and heart-broken cries from the street right below us. "You hear nothing from outside right now" i told her in a harsh, authoritative voice and she, at once, complied and properly resumed her excellent, loving and professionally carried-out suction of my cock, as if absolutely nothing at all happened. Meanwhile, just two storeys beneath my bedroom-window, i had a perfect viewing-point of the drama there unfolding... Our Mom - always the watery emotional one here - and our youngest sister - tiny little '890, who was barely 8 years old at the time - were, of course, crying, hard, over '951's blood-covered total mess of a corpse, while the drunk, ultra-sexy and stark- naked blond driver had been busy vomitting an unbelievable amount of whisky, right at the neighbouring post-office's door. Then, i sat down on my bed, softly kissed '005's bright, sweaty forehead and told her "something did happen down there in the street... a drunk driver hit '951 and killed her, Mom and '890 are down there already... go", and gave her a small spank to her small, jeans-covered and lovely little ass (which i've always very much enjoyed spanking, hard, in order to always keep her well in line; she often used to sweetly, properly and ever-so-humbly request for a good, harsh and brutal spanking, anytime she accidentally had a passing rogue, rebellious, individualistic or otherwise offensive and improper thought, coursing through her head and throwing chaotic, individual, and self-centered suggestive ideas, at her mostly-Borg, nearly completely-robotic little brain. And since i have always got a seriously hot kick out of brutally, wildly and uncontrollably spanking tight little girls' sweet, boyish tiny yummy asses, i was nearly always willing to give her exactly what she was asking for, sometimes also out of my own initiative: she used to always cherish the moments during which i'd simply grab her, brutally yank her towards me, strip her cute tiny little ass bare, and sadistically begin to brutalize her two lovely, then- still-boyish narrow ass-cheeks like there's no tomorrow, turning them purplish crimson in no time at all). Of course, i have always completely and utterly admired '005's honest and sincere attempts, to turn herself completely into a mindless automaton. It was her own idea, in fact, that we shall all refer to each other, as well as to ourselves, with our official, Godvernment-given Identity-Documents' numbers, instead of our anarchically, selfishly-chosen "names". Then, she also suggested a complete mind-adjustment for all of us - meaning, that all of us shall think precisely the same as the Godvernment and each other, about absolutely anything and everything in life. All of us the "Kedem" family-unit have gladly accepted it and so, now we were the first-ever Israeli family-unit to have achieved this high level of blind obedience, robotic mindlessness, and complete and total sacred uniformity of the mind. And besides, '005 has formed, merely twelve days prior to this joyful happy accident, a Borg Teen Club, where all members, all dressed in lovingly-sewn Borg-customs (as all my sisters have a special gift for clothes-tailoring...), have been practising total and complete uniformity, blind obedience, Authority- worshipping and robotic mindlessness, doing our very best, to become Borg-drones. By the said afternoon, this wonderful club included all five of us and eight of my sisters' friends, and just before the happy accident, '005 received an email from a 16-year-old romantic couple, boy and girl madly inlove with each other (whom we later discovered were also brother and sister, openly and proudly practising loving twincest), asking her for information regarding our next meeting. They did also attach two photographs, one of them merely holding hands and smiling broadly to the camera (which was titled "Two and a Half Years Ago") - the girl's teeth still having bracelets - and the other of the boy gently making love to his girlfriend/twin- sister (which was titled "Last Night"). Seeing this picture, i had suggested '005 that i should wildly and violently brutalize the girl, while her loving, adoring and most obviously highly protective boyfriend (and twin-brother, though we did not know this one yummy bit yet) is being ordered to sit and watch the entire ordeal, without even do as much as blinking, moving any finger, or making any sound at all. '005 loved this idea, and added, with shiny eyes and flushed cheeks, that after i - as well as the three younger boys of our Borg Teen Club (one 13, two 11) - would have had our way with his "one true love", his "one and only" (and other such mushy romantic bullshit, making both of us sick), we shall order him to torture her and to brutally anally rape her - and, should he successfully carry out all our orders to the nine, then and only then, shall we accept them both into our Club. Well, i loved this idea so much, that i french-kissed her, licked her slim little body all over, ate her yummy pussy till she came, hard, and then, stood right by my bedroom-window and looking outside, ordered her to suck me... and then, of course, i had noticed both '951 - and the fast, death-bringing car. My fascination with road and traffic-accidents, in which cars had killed completely-innocent young, beautiful girl-pedestrians, has begun when i was very, very young. As a child, i already was very sadistic in nature. After i have learned of the existence of pornography (which was a little before i turned 9 years old - was an early developer you see), i couldn't get enough of it, and pretty soon - when Mom was at the hospital, giving birth to "no'a" - had blackmailed my sister '001 Kedem "nurith" (who was merely 6 at the time) into sitting obediently and watching them with me, after which i would, most oftenly, force her into exercising the more-attractive activities the boys on the films used to do to the small, crying and wholly unprotected girls in their surroundings. And in the very first one of them, we saw a tall, dark and handsome boy, Johnny, who was about 11 years of age, falling madly inlove with his amazonic Mother, who adored his little, handsome body just as well and enjoyed very much all his muscles, particularily that one most special muscle between his cute, lovely thighs... so much enjoying it in fact, that she forced him to take an oath, officially on the Bible, that he shall never show any kind of true, honest love to any girl or woman, ever, except herself. Willing to have his Mother's wet, honeyfilled holes constantly available for his yummy little cock to fuck, the boy agrees, takes the sacred oath - and then sighs, looks at the camera and say "well, something shall now have to be done, about all those stupid little cunts, runnin' after me throughout school, beggin' for a french kiss 'n' a hug"... as he truly is sick to the bones of them all. So, next thing we saw, he stood together with a totally-yummy pretty girl his age, the sweetest annorectic little brunette sweetheart you can possibly imagine, on the sidewalk next to a very busy street, by the edge of town, where the cars zoom away at frightening speeds. The little yummy babe held his hand, gently carressed it and said "I do Love you so terribly much Johnny"... and then, he gently stroke her cheek and told her "I Love you too Gemma"... and as she was looking him in the eye, happy beyond words, he bent down and kissed her, fully on the lips... The two kids french-kissed one another, passionately and hungrily, while Johnny tactfully maneouvers Gemma, so that while he was standing safely, on the innermost side of the narrow sidewalk, she would be barely standing, on the very edge of it, stretching upon the very ends of her toes to reach him - and while her eyes, were tight shut - his, were wide-open, awaiting the right moment - and then, when suddenly a car was approaching, at approximately 110 KMPH, he pushed sweet little Gemma hard, straight into the road, right in front of it!! The shocked female-driver, stepped with all her might on the brakes, her eyes filling with tears. "No!!!" she screamed... But, she had no more control over the events, than did the sweet little girl, whom her car hit - to death. And then, the boy smiled broadly at the camera, winked at it and said "one off - nine-hundred-and-fifty more to go"... Please tell somebody else, not us Kedems, that it was merely a "co-incidence", that - exactly at that very same moment - Mom had given birth to our little sister, whose Godvernment-Given Identity-Document's Number, ended at the digits 9-5-1... And - ever since we have started refering to each other, with our Godvernment-Given Identity-Document's Number's last three digits, and thus learned, that "Kedem no'a" was, in a matter of fact, '951 - '001 had developed a mad obsession, a pure and total fixation, an overcoming mad desire, to actually see '951 gets hit, to death, by a car... and as time went by, she had actually made some active efforts in this direction, such as doing her very best, in actual attempts to lure our trusting little sister, into running into the busy road without even looking, crossing it, between parked cars, or in a red light... all those attempts, hard though she had been at it, had failed, since '951 had always been a very cautious and careful pedestrian, but now, it did, finally, happen. And as i saw '951 gets hit and killed, i heard a sudden intake of breath, from the window next to my own - and, as i pumped glob after glob, of my babies-making fluid, into the passive and obedient recepticle, that was my most favourite sister's yummy little mouth - i joyfully knew: '001 had watched it all, too. ================================================== Comments are very welcome!! danniel.qeletti@live.com Chapter Two She did lots more, than merely watching it. When '001 had turned 14, she received a small video-camera as a gift from our South-Africa-residing uncle, Yehoram. So, when i just watched the sweet, happy accident, '001 had filmed it, too and was instantly willing, of course, to share this with us all. I, of course, was the first to marvel at watching, at a very slow-motion, our cute little sister being hit and run-over by the deadly car. And i must tell you, folk, this was something! Time and time again, had we - me, '001 and '005 - watched this, smiled, licked our lips and laughed, heartlessly, at '951 our sister's sad, bitter fate. It was the single most liberating sensation one can feel, trust me on that: to feel sheer joy, at your dearest ones' tragedies, suffers, pain and death. And, right after we had made love, on my 15-year-old sister's bed - me fucking '001 madly from behind and ravaging her cute little ass, while she, between gasps and screams, was doing her best to eat '005's gushing little pussy out - the time had come, at last, for us to teach this single so-important-lesson to the new-joiners, the loving mushy romantic couple Goren 'ido and 'iddith - or, as they would soon learn to reffer to themselves, '034 and '095. "We're brother and sister; twin brother and sister", '095 told us, smiling broadly, her cheeks beginning to turn red and her eyes flashed with excitement; soon, her eyes would stop laughing, for good. "We've been practising twincest for the past 5 years now, ever since we were nearing eleven. Oh, i love it when 'iddo fucks me"... '005 smiled, cruely, at her and said "yeah, i enjoy '284's yummy, godly dick ever since i was six!" They both turned to watch her, in speechless admiration, as she went and kissed my hardon through my pence. Motioning to '034 to move aside with me, i then whispered to him of our plan regarding his sister-and-girlfriend, a plan which had shocked him to the core of course, but he did not have too much choice: one wink from me to '001, '005 and '890, and his sweetheart would have come to suffer a somewhat worse fate yet: they were all just ready and eager to kill her, with the knives hidden at the left-side pockets. They were just praying he would try to cause a problem: it has been quite some time, since they had killed someone, and that someone had been a fully grown man, who sure was not as innocent, as that still-blushing, still-smiling clueless, yummily skinny sweety. Yes, we are borg: harsh, uniformed, egoless and killing people without sparing them, or our actions towards them, a single unnecessry thought. In fact, once i told him - in blank, emotionless voice and with a blank, expressionless face - "we have analyzed your defensive systems as unable to match our own. Do not try to defend yourselves or you will be punished. Resistence is futile", he did go along with our heavenly plan surprisingly well. He didn't move a muscle when i jumped upon his girlfriend, his twin-sister, his one and only special girl in the entire universe and stripperd her bare, forced her down and raped her as brutally as i could, first ravaging her vagina, then her anal-canal. The girly girl cried, hard, when i ravaged her shitting-tube with my big cock, looking at her one and only defendant in this universe and was turned mute by his calm motionless. Then, i had a new idea. "Masturbate!" I ordered him, "enjoy the view of what i'm doing to your sisgirlfriend!" And smiling shyly, then broadly, he took out his... his thing, and started massaging it, while licking his lips to his loved one's immense pains and heart-break... But what had captured me so much, that i had actually ceased fucking '095 for a minimoment, was the size of this boy's dick: it was huge! 32 centimeters (over a foot, that is) for the very least. I did see quite a few cock and have also sucked, or had inside my butt-hole, quite a few for quite some time now, ever since i had turned 13 and fell madly inlove with that heavily- muscled guy, over five years my senior, who came one day to the gym as i was changing from my usual school-atire to my work out outfit and, without so much as a word, grabbed me, pulled down his pense and my underwear and, very simply and naturally, raped me, delivering me the occasional hard slap over my face. We'd been together (or, at least i had imagined us being together; he felt absolutely nothing, except the great pleasure of brutally fucking me and tearing my butt-hole apart on a daily basis) for the next 5 months, till he found himself a newer, slimmer kid (who was only eleven) and dumped me without a single thought. But i had never, to that moment, witnessed such a magnificent cock. Unusually for an Israeli Jewish boy, his was uncut; this shall have to change of course, since it had a very strong rebelious, individualistic hint to it and that could not, of course, go along with becoming borg. But, also without it - its sheer length, as well as width, have made it completely clear to me, that hard as i might, the only pains i could cause his yummy girly girl were emotional, psychological perhaps, but not physical: she was used to having what was, most probably, one of Israel's grandest cocks, making her moaning and opening her up on a daily basis. Nonetheless, psychologically breaking people is what us borg do best. I went along fucking her, beating her face, neck, shoulders, back, indeed all her body, as hard as i could while doing so: '095 was barely alive when i was done with her, spraying my sperm as deeply into her (i was hoping fertile) womb. Weeping, the beaten sweety lay under my body, quivering only slightly. I got up and went to her broboyfriend. "Rape her", i ordered him, motioning at his mostly-motionless sisgirlfriend. "Break her completely, body and soul alike". And, without the slightest show of emotion, he complied. He was even more brutal, more heartless, more borg than any of us had expected. Upon completion, his once shining, trusting and naive girlfriend and twin-sister had been reduced to a frightened, physically, emotionally and psychologically broken, whining little animal, with absolutely nothing but sheer fright in her eyes. And only then, was she - and her rapist of a "loving" boyfriend and twin-brother - deemed fit, to join our teenage borg club. ================================================== Comments are very welcome!! danniel.qeletti@live.com