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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…


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