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The morning was just as bright as a Lovesome spring-morning 
can be on that beautiful Sunday, the 24th of April, which 
was the 234th Israeli Independence Day, year 2182 AD. 
The eleven year old Jinjin, a cute, blond, fair-skinned and 
pretty-heavily freckled green-eyed girl, lied under her 
thirteen year old Brother, Aniram, her adorable little 
face shiny with pure happiness and adoration for her 
big Brother, who was also her only Lover.

Needless to say, none of the beautiful adolescents 
wore any clothes; why should they? Clothes were a thing 
of the dark, remotely remembered past, a thing of the 
middle-ages, of the evil centuries, when primitive, 
inexplicable fears had rendered human-beings into 
submission to illogical, pre-historical religious laws. 
They were long gone by now… alongside, of course, 
with many other brutal, illogical and unjustifyable 
mideval evils. And, most naturally – both kids didn't even 
bother to remember any of them. Why should they? They were 
having such a marvellous time together…

The angelic girl laughed, all-heartedly, when her Brother 
had, slowly and ever-so-Lovingly, plunged her Cunt 
with his Cock, taking all apropriate care, as his Father 
had taught him, never to hurt his tiny little Sister, 
who was quite a bit skinnier, than most young girls 
her age. It wasn't their first time, though: Jinjin's 
11th birthday, had seen THAT most special of events 
takes place, with the children's loving, though just 
a tiny-bit overly protective Mother, sitting next to them 
and guiding them both through the notions. By now, it 
has been a little more than four months since then, 
and the two little angels couldn't be seen to be 
getting enough of each other: they had filled with Sex 
each and every free second, and their room has been 
a Temple for their Love. Their admiring Parents had 
given them their needed space, knowing that, should there 
be any problem, ever, the two shall most-certainly 
come to them for guidance; as there have never been 
any secrets between them, ever, and there shall never be.


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