P A R D E S N O G A H An Erotic Story by Yonny Love Copyright © by the Author, hereby known as Yonny Love, 2006, 2007 This part's Story Keywords are: innocent memories mf pre-inc bro-sis preteen early rom NO SEX Author's Note ========== This Story comes right after "`Oded's Story of His Love to Nogah" ends and starts right after the end of its Tenth Chapter "Getting Wild!!", so before starting it, You may well wish to read its predecesor. Anyway, if You haven't, here is a brief synopsis: `Oded and Nogah are Boy and Girl Twins from Rehovoth, Israel, who are very, very close and care for each other very, very much, far more than the usual among other Brothers and Sisters their age. When they are almost Twelve years old, they find out about Sex and how Grand it is to do it, particularily with each other. Their mother, however, is much less thrilled by her two children's joyful revealations being Your usual middle-class Mom, she is utterly shocked by the very *idea* of "Incest!!!" and so, she sends her two children to two different boarding-schools, which are more like concentration-camps, where they are being imprisoned and held captive for sixteen long, hellishest months, not even allowed to *talk* to each other and are subjected to numerous molestations and abuses, by the hands of their "schoolmates" there who are, mostly, violent, vicious and sadistically *mean* brutal street-children, born of drug-addicts, low thieves and hookers molestations and abuses, which do also include violent and sadistic gang-rapes on a daily basis. After 16 such months, however, Nogah's boarding- concentration-camp-school which's located in Jerusalem has a special school-trip to pardes-`hanna = the town where `Oded is being held prisoner, she sees him and they mannage to meet and flee away. they are lucky to find a gigantic Truck, with its doors wide open and its keys right where they should be and they climb in, shut both doors, start the Engine and run for their Life Of course, being 13, none of them has even the slightest idea, of *how* to drive and control *such* a Superb vehicle but, they are learning fast ;-)) and by the meantime, enjoying themselves with holding up the Grandest Carmageddon-like carnage, that the state of Israel has *ever* witnessed, in order to avenge some, a tiniest part, of the despickable atrocities they both had been subjected to, for *such* a frighteningly *long* a time. By then, they are coming at a deserted, very dark and wide Pardes (a Citrus-Plant), pretty near their HomeTown Re`hovoth, they locate themselves there and, every once in a while, are venturing out, to the hostile world, to hunt themselves their newly discovered, most favoured delight: a human (preferrably baby's) meat, which they are devouring with an immense Pleasure; and (needless to say I Hope??;-)) ) they are making much more Love, than the most Sex-starved *Rabbits* any of You has *ever* seen!! One night shortly after they were Joyful to find out, that they were soon to become Parents the two Beautiful, almost-Fourteen-year-old Twins, happen to come across a Loving Couple, just slightly older than themselves, and unlike other times, choose instead of slaining them both with their fast, stolen Red Sport-Car, like they have *Always* done before at similar Scenarios to approach them and offer them an Alliance instead. The two turned out to be Daniel (Danny) and his Gentle, Sweet and Romantic GirlFriend `Idith, who was severely being subjected to one of the cruelest gang-rapes *Ever*, by some monsters and then abandoned by all her relatives, who due to a notably and unusually *extreme* religious fanaticism blamed *her* for her being raped and threw *her* out, to the hostile cold streets. `Oded and Nogah immediately offer them their Protection and the Four become fast Friends and pretty soon, also Lovers; including gay-Lovers. The Four of them share everything although, once `Idith hears of the Twins' ways, she is temporarily traumatized but (please!! HAVE a leap of Faith here, okay?!? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease??) thanks to Nogah' LOVE for her is convinced to "give it all a chance" well, all apart of eating human-flesh herself, for the timebeing. And then, at THIS state of affairs right when the two Girls are just about to deliver their Babies someone new just happens to arrive: the Twenty three year old Sarah, a Wiccan and an Anthropology Student at the Hebrew University, Mount Scopus, along with her innocent little kid-Brother, the Eight year old Arik. They were just strolling along the Trees to "breathe in this Magical and most Glorious Splendour of our Nature on the Winter-Sun", when they had happened to come across the Four's Camping-site and having intruded their Lands, Danny and `Oded soon inform Sarah, that her and her Brother's punishment shall have to be: Death. Sarah begs them for an amnesty at least for her little Brother, if not for herself and assures them, that she can assist their Girls in their upcoming Labour, as she has had a lot of experience in that field while still living at Home, in a near-by Kibbuts. The Four decide to allow her and her kid-Brother to live for the timebeing, but pretty soon, they become two of them, and along with Nogah' Daughter Naava and `Idith's Boy&Girl Twins, Ya`aqov (Jacob) and Ra`hel (Rachel), the Merry Bunch now included NINE Members as a Whole all swearing full, Total, *Complete* and *ETERNAL* Alligeance to the Pardes' Queen Nogah Kedem. And, right after their most *incredible* Threesome yet (of Nogah, `Oded and Sarah) the *previous* Story ends, and this new one begins. DA` LKHA, SHE-`AL ARBA`ATH ELLU HA-`OLAM `OMEDH: AHAVA YEDHA` PARDESSIM VA-`HAVERIM Know then, that ALL WORLD stands upon These Four: LOVE KNOWLEDGE CITRUS-PLANTS AND FRIENDS CHAPTER ONE CHILDHOOD MEMORIES It was one cold Winter morning, Friday the 18th of January 1991. All of us sat around the Fire at the Central Tent, drank the Coffee Sarah and `Idith made, from Sarah' White Coffee box, which she had in her bag when she and her Brother had first arrived and which was almost empty by now and talked, as usual. Three days ago, the Eight year old Arik had witnessed, for the first time ever in his Young Life, a Sexual intercourse and WHAT an intercourse indeed!! Our hottest Threesome ever!! So, he was still pretty much in a shocked state And his Elder Sister asked Nogah and me, "tell me, You You grow up together, right?" "You mean, You wonder how *Twins* like us, so close, can become Lovers", I smiled. "Well Yes!!" said Sarah, and `Idith remarked, smiling, "I had asked them this very same question, when I had first heard their Life-Story It IS rare!!" "You were SHOCKED to hear this", smiled my Sister at her. "Well yes! But, then again heck, what's the heck?" said `Idith. "They are gorgeous and so much Lovelier together, than any 'normal' couple I have met. I *know*, that my dear 'family' would chafe against it but, then again, this alone is fine enough a reason, for me anyway, to approve their Loving the Strongest that I could". Sarah nodded. "It's just so amazing, that and please, do not think it I mean Your mother " "DO * N O T * mention *her* in this circle, please", Nogah and I said, together, threateningly. "But " "Don't!!!" I sighed. "We shall NEVER be able to forgive her, nor should we ever like to do that, either!! Why the hell should we?" "And I mean, *before* any of this happened before You were attracted to each other". "Then we'd been just a normal, middle-class Rehovotian Family" shrugged Nogah and sighed. "All but the loss of our Dad". Tears came to her eyes. She rarely spoke of our Father but whenever she did, she cried. Always, at any time. We have always disagreed at that point. Nogah claimed (and still does today), that if Dad would have been alive, he would *NEVER* have agreed to send any of us away. I, on the other hand, am not so positively certain of it after all, he was much more into the Tradition, than Mom. And he Had been rough not so much with my Sister, that's right (he had *Always* had a soft spot in his Heart for her ), but with me. But, yet maybe she's right. Maybe, underneath his demands of me, for a "proper behaviour" when I did certain mischiefs, he was softer and more Loving, than Mom. It is hard to remember, now: He died when we were nine. "I'm sorry. how did it happen?" asked Sarah. "He was a MORS-officer, on an Israeli Trade Ship he was the one, responsible for decyphering the MORS-code of the Weather forecasts, emergency calls and so on. And, one time, his Ship was at bay in the US, in texas. He went ashore, to walk a bit just before Sunset. It was just a day before the longest day of the year = June 20th. Two big, black guys came up behind him and hit him on the head with a stick they meant just to knock him, in order to rob him, but" I couldn't go on. Sarah got up and hugged me. Tight. And `Idith went to Nogah, hugged her tightly and kissed her, fully on the Lips. Both of us, were protected and Loved. Protected and Loved by people, whom we decided to spare alive just by some split-second decisions, no more than that. Should we have not spared them? Best not to think!! And so And, right then I decided: I shall talk with my Sister. Just the Two of us, about the possibility. Of change. And then, stronger, we began to tell of our Childhood. We had, as my Sister put it, just a usual, Israeli middle-class Family, with both Parents working Dad either in an office, at one of Re`hovoth's two Universities (The Hebrew University's Faculty of Agriculture and the Weizmann Institute for Sciences, both of which together occupied the entire Northern part, of our Adorable HomeTown and both of which are integral parts, of our earliest Memories), or later from the Summer at which we were 6 back on the Sea, at the same kind of job he had before he and Mom had met and Mom at Home. When we were 2, we were sent to a small, Homely pre-nursery play group, which was located just a few hundred meters from Weizmann Institute, at Gordon street and during the following years, we had joyfully spent all our weekdays-mornings at Lovely Kindergardens; these had been, perhaps, the happiest days of our Lives. But most of Everything, of course, we Loved Saturday = SHABBATH. "Yarda ha-Shabbath / `Al Biq`ath Ginosar" so goes that Lovely old Song, about a Saturday near the Kinnereth Lake ("the Sea of Gallillee", as the West-Peoples call it). And just as Lovely, had been our Saturdays at Re`hovoth the Town of Culture, Science and Citrus-Plants. We were not religious. But, we weren't anti-religious, either not then anyway. Dad had come from a semi- religious, Kurdish-Iraqish-Syrian Family, and Mom grew up at a Jewish Socialist Polish Home, typical of the mid-20th Century's Israel, where tradition, eventhough most certainly not sacrosanct at any way, was nevertheless respected, including fasting at Yom ha-Kippurim and avoiding any kind of bread at Passover-week, and although we had never avoided traveling on Shabbath, or listening to the Radio or watching TV, nonetheless, it had not been just "a day free from Kindergarden/school". We had a "real" Breakfast, to begin with. At an ordinary morning who had time, except for a Shoqo But, on Saturday, There was a sweet `Halla (a special kind of bread, with honey and lots of raisins in it) and lots of different stuff, to go with it white cheese, hard cheeze, yellow cheeze, gem, honey, butter `Halla with butter and honey = HEAVEN. And there were, of course, all the Radio-programes of Saturday-Morning at both Aleph and Beth broadcast- networks Aleph had been more intellectual, while Beth more into news, current events and entertainment. Every Saturday at 10 am, they broadcasted the weekly news-journal. Sometimes, we did go to the Synagogue, the big one, at the top of Binyamin street, by the corner of Menu`ha ve-Na`hala. But, we didn't go there much, since it was orthodox, and so only Dad really liked it. We were not richer nor poorer, than all other Families in our region. We did not own any VCR just a small, black-and-white TV but we had never truly needed anything more than that on this field. We'd enjoyed watching TV, but mostly, both of us preferred Books, of any sort and kind. We were never told, which Books *not* to read and there are a good many lots upon lots of plainly and straight-forwardly *bad* children-books in Israel ones who glorify wars, for example, or which were written, by people who, simply, did not know how to write, either for children or at all. To be frank, most Israeli children-books, which dated back to the 1950's and 1960's save a few are like that. But none the less, we were fortunate to have this Freedom, to read all children-Books we could have lay our hands on and thus, we *ourselves* learnt, how to develop our own taste and to tell good Books from the bad, "ideological" or militaristic ones. I do truly believe that, among us, we have rad, maybe, one thousand Books!! Nogah and I, as we have already mentioned, have ALWAYS been very, very close and, being "the Boy", I have ALWAYS been very, very protective of her eventhough none of us has *ever* truly been "the physical type". Nevertheless, if some boys had threatened her which somehow seemed to have happened pretty often she has ALWAYS known, that she can come to me and I shall beat the life out of them, totally regardless of how much would I be bruised myself And looking back, we both are pretty sure now, that THIS is how things have started off between us how things have begun, to take on a different shape between us, and in addition to us being *exceptionally close* Brother&Sister we have *also* become Lovers. Most certainly, it did NOT happen as a result as so many times told and re-told here in ASSTR of us watching together in Porn, for the very simple reason, that, at the mere age of 11, none of us knew, that such an invention ever existed; since, like I said, we had no VCR at Home, and besides, all the Parents of our *truly* close Friends (which had never been many to begin with just about two or three, together for the both of us), have been just as conservative, when it came to SEX, like our Parents if not more. I mean, we weren't exactly told, that some big-bird brings the children nothing like *such* a nonsensical bullshit but well, the subject just never came up. No, our case was very, very different. Real-time Romance. There is a Beautiful area, called "`Emeq ha-`Tal" ("The Dew Valley"), which is part of Re`hovoth's West-side Citrus-Plants. And there, we were most oftenly going, to take a fine distance from everything and anything and to be alone with our thoughts and most especially so, in the case of a broken Heart. And there I had gone also that unforgettable day, Tuesday the 3rd of May, 1988, only 2 Months and 2 Days, before our 12th Birthday. My Heart was just broken into the tiniest pieces by some cute, Lovely and *extremely* Beautiful Girl in my class, whose name is not important; later on, our car would hit her at full speed and then, once we have noticed it was her, we came back and drove her over and over and over again, up until there was practicly NOTHING left, of her Beautiful, Heart-breakingly Gentle and *Incredibly* soft Girl-body, which could, even remotely, have been identified to be at all Human. We have always been thorough Anyway, there I had gone and there, beneath the Adorable Citrus-Trees, I had stand, utterly alone, and cried and cried for almost an hour until suddenly, I heard someone coming behind me. I turned to my other side, and there stood Nogah almost crying herself, so much she was worried and immediately, we held each other tight "She doesn't Love me!" I cried, "she told me to just go and kill myself!" "The bitch!" cried out Nogah, all shocked. "I will do just anything to get back at her, for hurting You so!!" "You would?" I asked, looking tearfully at her, she nodded and through our tears we kissed. A Genuine, FRENCH KISS ================================================ Comments are most Welcome citruslove12@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved © Yonny Love, 2006. This Story may Freely be distributed everywhere, but no commercial use and no changes are allowed.